True art, the activist declared, protests
societal wrongs, and militantly attests
a social vision—or remains mere artifice.
'Exactly, ' the painter said, 'protest like this'—
and held a still-life print above his head:
apples by Cézanne, sculpted yellow, red.
The zealot scoffed, snidely cried,
'Protest against what? '
'Sloppy thinking, ' he replied.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One of my favorites from days gone by, and you beat me up pretty good here below. I was the Merry Prankster for a while. I didn't mind a bit, though.... Anything new working? I'm hopelessly blocked and have returned to my guitar for inspiration. Hope you're doing well.