Now Mozart and Titian; now aftermath, rubble.
A lifelike series of deaths and rebirths.
One claws one’s way around an expanding bubble
that swells up into an edifice ere it bursts.
Study the newfangled sounds and faces.
You can cause the halls to resound with your paces,
or there’s an outlook if you wish to take your air.
It’s fun to meander from stair to stair!
Yeah, art’s a blast…a blast followed by a frantic
rush to pick up the shards. But not before one’s wormed
one’s way in and out of the “organic” –
to use an appropriately old-fashioned term.
Look for your name in a future Vasari’s Lives.
The key, to paraphrase Schoenberg on Ives,
is to “stay independent and learn how to learn.”
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