Here is a bit of spoken word poetry I just wrote called, What is the value of Art.
What is the value of art?
It is our birthright, our education,
it’s the smashing of all our limitations,
it’s the last breath as death collects us
In an ever winding energy nexus
It’s the movement of words and thoughts and dreams
Of a plurality of reality, and a sequence of scenes
It’s what’s delicious and nutritious for the mind and soul
So luscious and rich with wonders to behold
It’s our essence and presence as a universe to witness
A study of truth and the quickest path to fitness
Of our species survival all threatened by meaninglessness
In the hearts of greed where we find only deafness
Or daftness and a lack of meaningful madness
This Art is our madness, our collective sadness,
All balled up and beat up long past the gladness
It’s the laughter of life and the meaning of love
It’s the universe in our hands and as below so above.
So you ask, what is the value of art?
It’s all this and more
For our humanity
if we lose