Roberta Writes – d’Verse: sep-a-rate, a song parody #songparody #dverse

Melissa‘s challenge is slightly complex this week. She proposed a few artworks by the same artist as picture prompts and asked poets to write a poem expressing the thoughts the picture of their choice evoked. After writing the poem, she suggested we read up about the artist and see if it changed our feelings in respect of our chosen artwork. You can read about the artworks and join the prompt here: https://dversepoets.com/2025/02/18/sep%c2%b7a%c2%b7rate/

I chose this artwork:

My song parody below is intended to be humorous and take the ‘mick’ out of some of the pretentiousness and snobbishness in some art circles. It doesn’t necessary reflect my views on art as I do produce some non-realistic, surrealist work myself.

Why can’t artists choose to create objects of beauty?

Why can’t artists choose to create objects of beauty?

Still life paintings so realistic they almost smell fruity

Why add to the ugliness in this world?

Depicting on paper the endless hatred that unfurls

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Just look at it

Misery articulated in every line

Flying in the face of all teachings of the Divine

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You might say I picked a poor example

But did I?

What’s the purpose of a banana taped to a board? Note 1

An over privileged buys it for a price few could afford

How pretentious to call that mockery art

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I wouldn’t pay a single cent for that

In fact, if it was a gift, I’d send it back

I’d view it as an insult to my sensibilities

Why can’t artists focus on depicting happiness and joy?

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You’d think purchasers would want to view art with pleasure

Something delightful to brighten up their day

But no, they prefer to wallow in the hideous

Or even worse the clearly sad and piteous

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Of the banana, I’m not a fan

But it’s better than a painted beer can Note 2

Really, what has art come to?

I’d much rather look at artworks produced by kindergarteners

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Squiggly line drawings – I ask you what sort of art is that?

It’s this sort of mediocracy that allows AI to compete

AI artworks easily as good as those of modern art elite

Why can’t artists focus on depicting happiness and joy?

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The attributes of a good piece of art should be well-known

You shouldn’t have to look at splodges and try to guess

Exactly what the intent was behind the colourful mess

An artwork’s content should clearly show what it is

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As soon as an artist picks up his pencil and starts to work

Viewers should gasp in wonder at the work in progress

That rarely happens with much of the art that does the rounds

Looking at it turns the viewers smiles to frowns

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A good example is modern surrealist art

What on earth is its purpose to a viewer

It makes me want to poke out my eyes with a skewer

There are even times when art completely disappears

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Disappears … What is non-art? Why use the word art

In connection with an object that is something else entirely

I can see a photograph is a photograph without any enquiry

Surely everyone can see a stone’s a stone

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Artists go to school to learn techniques and styles

Just as clothes designers must learn all about textiles

Why do they throw everything they learned away?

I think their attempts to be different lead them astray

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There is nothing better than a beautiful landscape

There is no need the natural world to reshape

But create a realistic picture and you’re criticised

Why can’t artist focus on depicting happiness and joy?

Note 1: The banana line is based on this article https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/that-viral-banana-duct-taped-to-a-wall-it-just-sold-for-6-2-million-180985523/

Note 2: The beer can line refers to this article: https://abcnews.go.com/International/beer-artwork-accidentally-trashed-museum-worker/story?id=114588747#:~:text=A%20museum%20in%20the%20Netherlands%20has%20recovered%20an,of%20them%20during%20his%20shift%2C%20museum%20officials%20said.

Reading up about the artist didn’t change my dislike of his work, although in saying that I did find this face painting compelling in a dark way. In fact, it made me wonder even more why he is famous. So, my song above remains unchanged. Do you recognise the rhythm and flow? I’ll give you a hint – I went to see My Fair Lady on Sunday evening and the music is still stuck in my head.

Roberta Writes – Esther Chilton’s writing prompt and DL Finn’s Creative Perspective Challenge #poetry

Esther Chilton’s writing prompt for this week is team. You can join in here: https://estherchilton.co.uk/2025/02/12/writing-prompts-52/.

I am not much of a team player. I have had some very bad experiences where my hard work and creative solutions have been accredited to more senior people on my so called team. I’ve also had situations where the team doesn’t listen and a crisis results. These situations have left a bad taste in my mouth and now I prefer to run my own processes with as little involvement from other people as possible.

No Team

There is no I in teamwork, so they say

My experience defies this simplistic view

There is always an I who leads the way

The one who takes control

Does most of the hard work

Burns the midnight oil

This is the same one who gets

To share the recognition and rewards

With the rest of the team

There is no team in

Taking the initiative

Or getting things done

But there are numerous I’s

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The next poem is not new, but it fitted how I absorbed Denise’s picture prompt. You can read what other writers have created here: https://dlfinnauthor.com/2025/02/18/creative-perspective-challenge-two-links-and-haibun-writingcommunity-flashfiction-poetry-haibun-creativeperspectivechallenge/

Picture caption: A desolate scene in black and grey with a large building with towers and a bridge across a ravine

The Corporate Giant

It rears upwards

into the blue sky

a monstrosity

of reflective glass and

shiny stainless steel

towering over

the ant-sized people

who scurry about

in its imposing shadow

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An emotionless giant

it is bereft of a soul

it feeds on small businesses,

corner cafes, fruit and nut shops,

independent butcheries, bakeries,

confectionaries and cake shops

even book sellers and

small stationers

are swallowed whole

disappearing into the gaping maw

of the corporate giant

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It shreds and ingests

taking the sustenance it seeks

spitting out the bones

independence and individuality

creativity and uniqueness

mere entrails, unwanted and discarded

it stamps on difference

in its pursuit of profits

imperfections and belmishes

an unacceptable blight

on a perfect track record

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What remains will finally

emerge as a mirror

reflecting the sameness

uniformity and consistency

it holds so dear

providing its market

with the conformity

and rigidity

that has taken over

and turned the world grey