The poet had taken leave
To slip into his artist friend’s
Feel a genuine independence
From avoiding heavy financing
Enormous pecuniary obligations
To have to pay for an exhibition
Perhaps a handful of friends
A few gallery-ravens would
Pitch-up at the opening. HM?
But then to find an apparent
Person, an artist, a good man,
As many call themselves to be
Who are indeed hard to find
Perhaps the artist trusted
Referred to by a family member
A friend of a friend
An irate Muse –
The artist had tried in his delicate
Age of advanced time
Fulfilling his journey for the
Dreamland space to hang his
Fabulous works of art –
The dreamlike cavern suited to
His art closed up due to leakage
A human catastrophe –
“Why do you punish me, God of
The arts? Have I not hung your
Image high?” He shouted.
“Has not Poseidon punished Odysseus?
But then this artist hasn’t killed any
Trojans and hasn’t plundered the city’s
Yet the artist felt the pressure of an
Enormous potential threat of utter
Not only for his art
But for all cultural inheritance.
The poet listens to the evolving
News clips, reports, lies and urban
Legends spinning around.
Huysmans/ Wilde/ Proust?
History like literature repeating itself.
The Slip –
Poet – living as an artist for a while?