CONDENSED THOUGHT LIKE WARHOL’S SOUP (WARHOL’S DEATH IN LINKED SENRYU)

 

Condensed thought like Warhol’s soup is a curse we have bestowed upon ourselves

 

The post modern school

of artistic pretensions

blown up by the truth

 

and in the willows

of time the creeping malaise

of true art rises

 

unable to rise

to speak or murmur my thoughts

silent twist of words

 

half spoken proverbs

reverberate the building

in New York’s Time Square

 

dimensions of time

twisting phony pretext of

disillusioned truth

 

the realistic act

of self defenses against

ranting of critics

 

but truth yet distant

is beheld as sacred text

by neo artists

 

in looking for fix

of smug self satisfaction

bend the lines of truth

 

there is no answer

yet for the questions always

asked by the foolish

 

In Warhol’s death did

we see the end of a phase

in society

 

and New York did fall

under the excesses of

art tribes refuted

 

5-9-91

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

found this on a page torn out from a spiral notepad.  It was folded up and sitting in the pocket of a folder containing documents I need for work.  I did change haiku to senryu in the title to accurately reflect the style.

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