Sonnet from the Porch de Guise
May. 17th, 2012 12:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fr_defenestratoI am a rank technician, nothing more,
curating, as we all do, this our sphere:
Its monuments, minutiae, metaphors
are but Mephistophelean bargains here.
In everything are beauty and despair—
the yin-yang of the so-called higher forms,
a calculus of which deceptive pair
around each curator's aesthetic norms
deploys obfuscatory, spinning gold
to straw and straw to sautéed aubergine,
till all we know is all that we are told,
unalloyed by the truth of what we've seen.
Thus is each curator despoiled by school
except—I dearly hope—a perfect fool.
Personal artist statement for Artomatic 2012
curating, as we all do, this our sphere:
Its monuments, minutiae, metaphors
are but Mephistophelean bargains here.
In everything are beauty and despair—
the yin-yang of the so-called higher forms,
a calculus of which deceptive pair
around each curator's aesthetic norms
deploys obfuscatory, spinning gold
to straw and straw to sautéed aubergine,
till all we know is all that we are told,
unalloyed by the truth of what we've seen.
Thus is each curator despoiled by school
except—I dearly hope—a perfect fool.
Personal artist statement for Artomatic 2012
