and if you don't, don't waste my time
explaining the unexplainable.
When the artist fabricates or makes
or does or interprets an artwork it is
what it is such as it is
at the very moment of its doing and
when the viewer spectator tries
to understand what there is to it
when there is nothing to understand
about it except that when the artist
finishes their work it is done.
Simple as that.
Of course one could go at length
wasting saliva or ink trying to input
when there is really nothing
that could possibly explain it.
So OK, you want the spit on you
to verify that you communicated
and exchanged important ideas
but in the end, as in all realty,
there is nothing but the doing of it.
That is clear as one can clearly put it.
There is no idea behind the art
except in retrospect. Understood?
No? Then I am uninterested
in your ideas or your thoughts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem