The Intention of Art
In a world in which time accelerates,
in which originality is reduced
to being a copy of something already done
--something is lost.
In a world in which life is a chain of moments
each relying on the one that came before
or the one still to come
--something is missing.
Art is that one place in human society
where the norm is dis-regarded
Art that one place where the impossible
needs no defense.
The impossible is defenseless.
The impossible is unreachable.
The impossible is merciless.
The impossible is unbelievable.
The impossible is what creates meaning
allows for a reason for hope and beauty
in a world that both longs for it
and despises every resemblance.
Yet how? Where? Who? When? To find
the point of breaking where the new emerges
something needs to go
and it isn't me.