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Part I
Indian spring
May
A sieve of time

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Modernism 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.


Time and love. The novel in verse

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