…a new renaissance
I’m broken into pieces
Ready for retro fit
Unsure of hell — its landscape
But sure who’s in store for it
That’s why to be brave gentle soldier
Have you not mountains to climb
It’s on the breeze — afoot
One foot in front the other:
Like a crime
Contemplation is not wise
For those about to rock I sympathize
But best make for a dash
That’s how the fucking crow flies
And how you live — now art’s all jive
No need for more Picassos, nor the FBI
Should we live or just forgive
Claim the monkey on our backs
Life is now critiqued,
Video-tubed and TikTok’d live
From this time henceforth — a hundred years
When Picasso’s philosophized
Gone are the museums
And gone will be our pride
And in the dusty corridors
The old forgotten lives
In video tubes worshipped
Not thought bent nor contrived
Like sculptured ancient Greek
In a Roman world in retreat
Art’s final pangs of progress
In a Louvre darkly contagious
Harking back through those dark ages
Among the AI scribed co-theses’
That’s where they’ll go to greet us
In a TikTok retro renaissance
