for Ayn
Posted: January 9th, 2012, 11:47 am
Atlas shrugged and we fell into each other's worlds
sublime with argument and sitting in the ways of Zen,
there is no party when the tea is poisoned with betrayal
there is no money to be thrown away,
collecting art in Washington, Philadelphia or Cleveland;
the day is dreary, the night is somber, the Philistines are storming
the gate,
the barbarian takes the geisha
and both must save face
there is no free will on the free way, the map is wrong,
the individual is more than what can be collected
the collective mind is but a witness to the soul.
~A
The above poem was birthed from an on-going argument my partner and I have about Ayn Rand, (The Teaparty has made her their official Goddess.) our differences and our similarities. Recently we watched a Netflix documentary on her life (I read her when I was quite young) and "The Art of the Steal"..."A gripping tale of intrigue and mystery in the art world, this film traces the history of the Barnes collection of Post-Impressionist paintings."
Deep pockets, once again steal but the question really is to whom does art belong? And what do we really leave behind to family, the world?
sublime with argument and sitting in the ways of Zen,
there is no party when the tea is poisoned with betrayal
there is no money to be thrown away,
collecting art in Washington, Philadelphia or Cleveland;
the day is dreary, the night is somber, the Philistines are storming
the gate,
the barbarian takes the geisha
and both must save face
there is no free will on the free way, the map is wrong,
the individual is more than what can be collected
the collective mind is but a witness to the soul.
~A
The above poem was birthed from an on-going argument my partner and I have about Ayn Rand, (The Teaparty has made her their official Goddess.) our differences and our similarities. Recently we watched a Netflix documentary on her life (I read her when I was quite young) and "The Art of the Steal"..."A gripping tale of intrigue and mystery in the art world, this film traces the history of the Barnes collection of Post-Impressionist paintings."
Deep pockets, once again steal but the question really is to whom does art belong? And what do we really leave behind to family, the world?