Saturday, July 28, 2012

If Our Country Fails


If our country fails
Based upon the dollar,
What will become of our art?
If art remains, will it be
A projection on a flatscreen
With a thumbdrive plugged
Into its frame?

If we live in tiny cubicles
With other families
And share our lives with
Communal residents,
Perhaps rotating our art
By the hour
On the screen
Above the couch
Will be the remains
Of our great creators...

Picasso fades into
Digital edifices
Of skyscrapers now abandoned...
Our existence
Will demand this escape,
Large will be our luxury,
Large, multi-use space:
A museum on the one open wall
Of our habitats,
Our shacks beset
With jewels of other times...
          
Economy from affluence,
Posters of masters
Glancing at us
Through the screen of ages...
Then will artists demand
Their price
As dignitaries in palaces
Own the art
Of our world?

Will tiny vignettes
Become collectible
By those with wall space?
The downloads will
Sell for pennies
On our dollar,
Which, we are warned,
Is already depreciated
Below the price of bread...

Will we give up our art
At the end of the world?
Will a pixel-filled frame
Bring us our only memory
Of flowers,
Landscapes,
Industrial palettes
And sculptures too expansive
To fit into our new world?

When we crowd out our planet,
Will art survive?
Or will the squalor of common
Space house a vision
Of possibilities lost
In the squandering of riches?
How much is art worth?
How much would you pay?
$10 for 1000 digital copies
Of works from 2 centuries.
Adjust for inflation...

I guess that's fair…
For not long ago,
Access to excess
Was the artist's curse,
Slavery to the flavors
Of the men with favor.
We are only returning
To our roots...

But this time,
Who will draw on our
Cave walls?
Where will David reside
That we all may know
Michelangelo?

Who will be founding
The new salon?
Perhaps Milan
Will release these secrets
On iTunes
That we may download
A dead culture
Only princes will know
In person.

So buy the frame,
Let the art community
Dictate your wallspace.
They know what they are doing.
And it's easy to erase...