Pain and Pleasure

'Pain and Pleasure'



At the sound of Bach

My ears do bleed

On account of its beauty.


These reactions do I have

Pain due to pleasure

Art's tremulous toll.


If only the world

Outside of art could be as wondrous

As full of mounting passion and awe.


But so many are stiff and square

They claim to be truth seekers

And pursue perfection with imperfect means.


The artist can revel in imperfection

Thrive in chaos, strive in distress

Assuaging audiences the world over


With the exhibition of uselessness and expressivity.