This is day 15 of Days of Unreason:
“Art often isn’t [nice] though it scrubs the soul fresh.” – Jim Harrison
What if painters see beyond the bourne,
and poets speak to beings gone and yet
to be? Who speaks of “redness [that] talks
to my wound.” Who breathes a “sadness
[that] will last forever” into a starry night?
If art scrubs the soul, it also scrubs souls.
Many an artist is built and blessed
by the beauty that flows into them
and through them. Some are disheartened
and seek another canvas, a fresh sheet
of foolscap to begin again. Art isn’t nice.
Is art therefore unkind? Let art idle! Thrust
boldly into life! To summer’s rains bare yourself,
suck passion’s fruit and drink wines by candlelight!
Art is but the accessory of a life fully lived.
When life becomes rote, a dose of art take.
And take art with a dose of salt!
A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.” She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason. We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry. Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along. Come and join the fun!