THE ARTS

 

the families at the arts centres
smoking

eating ice creams
not knowing the arts their fates
yet but initiates of the arthouse
traum
and the lucky families, the good
enter the darkroom Eleusis
at a family rate
to see their own dismemberings
as if pulled by horses
they used to chew on

in Benelux

 

 

the suburban house is see-through now
its top taken off
and they are forced out to Black Sea shops
that recognise no currencies
but the tooth and the fist
to much more questionable
feedings
even on unimaginable proteins
of unicorn or griffin
living in a Luxembourgeois

slum
the richness too much
as children giggle

complacently

at the cultural spoils

 

 

it is not wars we die for but
the arts
to follow the europes the pianos
away from fish-coasts deer-forests

to face the music

 

 

I saw the arts invade the early settlements of Europe
and turn the families to calculus
in hatred of the gift
and of the children who made the
prayer
lifted to magic to genius

as if on criminal carts
thrown back into stadiums

zones
where family members found
companionship
with the alpha wolf

in Grimm

 

 

thus the parents feed their children

to arts

really disappointed

but in the mirror of the cinema
the intermission

they’ll come to rivers
and see
the colourless thing itself
changed to the colourlessness
of substratum
(a grey and goldwhite crayoning)
living on
though their eyes fade