How To Beat To Death An Old Bush - Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka
or An Art Critique
Well, this triptych explains
how a magic trick is done
without telling the process.
I'd compare it to balancing
air with weightless molecules or the
impetuous ecstasy when Hydrogen
The artist's airy and fluid approach
being a demanding style
starts with the first panel,
followed by a second
with a third for a grand finale.
It has a storybook effect with a
beginning, a middle and a unhappy
It reminds me of when I visited Venice
my nose misted the glass
separating me inches away from
The Garden of Earthly Delights,
a painting by Hieronimous Bosch,
except that instead of feeling bliss
I could smell the naked arses
minutely painted in the most
of graphic and demented poses.
At the end of my 10-minute staring
I had a feeling of having a real whiff
of fire and brimstone religious art.
Of course it could have also been
a metaphysical experience of plain art
depending on the panache
of my writing.
Had I painted this scene and smeared
feces in the right places, another critic
might've called it a pile of
crowning a dull artistic career.
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