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Part I
Indian spring
May
A sieve of time
ОглавлениеModernism and its post-
lay the new bridge
between academicism
and future fine arts.
As before, all artists
are experimenting,
creating, thanks to the talent,
completely newest forms.
In reality, many live
in variegated nowhere,
that’s who imitators,
swindlers, grabbers are.
Decorative, ornamental style —
not the High Art —
the breakup of forms, eclecticism
are tricks of cheap effects.
Time will let pass them
through the sieve, certainly
keeping “masterpieces” of decay.
Fake bravado will pass by.
Pseudo sculptors, artists,
and poets fool generations
by pseudo ideas, they say,
not to heed to no aesthetes.
Words and forms, music
are identical to themselves, light,
myth, cosmology, color.
The connection is a new relay.
Discovering things in things,
a genius creates Art,
not a blemish for show
defect of pseudo intelligence.