I've witnessed the praised modern art,
The blooming creativity of nothing.
It's drifted from the classics well apart
To substitute the canon by the bluffing.
The exquisite refinement of the past
Is too demanding and too time-consuming;
One can become an artist at a glance,
At stroke of brush, at sentiments exhumed.
Creation misinterpreted as mess,
As structureless and unaesthetic flow,
Produces very bleak and lousy gems -
Too spare for putting efforts to discover.
As art declines, so does the public taste,
Which further drives the art into disgrace.
11.05.2017
I ve witnessed the praised modern art
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2017
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