Ordinary Art

FredPeyer

they say you must be mad

gone out of your mind

seeing things, hearing voices

to create extraordinary art

 

it will not be real art unless

you cut off your ear

talk to invisible friends

or howl to the moon

 

You cannot write a poem

or paint or otherwise create

magnificent real art

in a nice suburban home

 

art worthy of its name

is born in pain and madness

nurtured by the midwives

rage, fury, and paranoia

 

real art creeps into existence

in foam-lined sanatorium cells

or cold drafty lofts with no

running water or electricity

 

being comfortable and

likely considered sane

I must remain content as a

creator of ordinary art

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 18th, 2020 20:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments6

  • Goldfinch60

    Art comes in many guises and from all senses within ourselves and it depends which sense or experiences come to mind when that creation is made.

    Can I have my ear back please?

    Andy

    • FredPeyer

      Thanks Andy, but what for? You are doing your own thing and not listening to others anyway.

    • orchidee

      'Ear, ear', good write Fred. Oops, I mean 'here, here' - or is it 'hear, hear'?

      • FredPeyer

        Thanks orchi, you are a true artist, even your comment rhyms.

      • Poetic Dan

        Loved this!

        • FredPeyer

          Thanks so much P D, appreciate your comment!

        • Clara

          Very clever indeed!

          • FredPeyer

            Thanks Clara, just trying to have a little fun. If I learned one thing in all my years, it is not to take myself too seriously!

          • Robert Southwick Richmond

            If there are still any mad poets about, they lack access to publication. When I Google a poet published in the New Yorker, or read the notes on Poem a Day, all I ever see is "She teaches Creative Writing in The English Department at Placename University". Where are the insurance executives (Wallace Stevens), pediatricians (William Carlos Williams), journalists (W.B. Yeats), bank clerks and blurb writers (T.S. Eliot)?

            • FredPeyer

              You are right, Robert. The published poets all seem to be teaching. I am starting to wonder if this is a pre-requisite for getting published.

              • Robert Southwick Richmond

                It certainly looks that way. As mannered as the Meistersänger of Nürnberg of old, but a lot less technically proficient.

              • Nancy Rdz LL

                For mad?? I am full of WRATH, !!!
                The purity of thy art
                That not even in year's will it pass
                For all is done, all is made, all is created
                Humans cremated, secrets and sins hidden in a dark heart.

                My mad comment hope you like, and liked this poem a lot cause we all mad and that's what makes art and poetry so original and alluring to see. Good job hun 🤗

                • FredPeyer

                  Thanks Nancy, I do like your comment! I don't think we are all totally nuts, but sometimes we do dance on the edge.

                  • Nancy Rdz LL

                    You welcome and yes true we all have a lil bit of Alice in wonderland ha ha...



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