Northern_Lights_2017

21 Art is and Art isn’t Will Tiensvold Art is and art isn’t. And sometimes it won’t, And often it can’t. Art does, And art doesn’t work the same, Anymore. Like what I did, Just there: I know you caught it, In the atmosphere. But you know as well as I. It doesn’t work the same, Just like before; Art doesn’t do that anymore. Or does it? Art is everything or not. It all depends on what you’ve got: A goal, a need, to give some proof. When nothing works, art can prove To be or not to be your friend Though it doesn’t matter, in the end. It matters what you say and do, The art you leave, the art you choose. Art has lived a thousand lives Sought the truth and stoked the lies, And yet it loves each day anew, Always changing, each new clue Leads learning down another path, Sees the future, shows the past In a new light you’ve never seen. Or maybe you have, from where does it gleam? Old grey men have long confid’d In conversations on undefined Notions of the human nature And how it reacts, to art, a creature. Born of minds for other minds Repurposed often, so that one finds The answer they need, wrapped up in a book As long as they know where they need to look.