Tarte tatin is Art
You, my dear, are an aesthete
You get that heat emanates from the heart, especially when it has skipped seven, missed beats.
The beasts of practicality try to cast a terrible tone on your latest work in aesthetics.
A sensitive ear is highly tuned to tease out the very best in their unintelligible phonetics.
Turn the television off, inspire an imaginative outburst to make a proud Keats.
Feet in the air , lessens the chance of crying a river -full , making a pitiful dent in a poverty starved body -craving for even half of a star-struck critics cuisine meals.
Hand made beads,
Beauty besmirched by a simple swipe – unlucky, are those who hold their cards to the heart -almost touchingly near.
Bluff or blush – which makes me want to call you out as my Dear?
Life’ s arched enemy.
Not in a way that a mountain raises it’s brow the skies,
This is military warfare, bows and arrows- sharp, jutted out pairs, cutting out a perfect line of lies.
The common tart can see beauty, lying down, eyes facing upwards, making imagery out of clouds.
Everything is ineligible until someone takes the time to see , understand -shed the cloak that brings fog so thick -it shrouds.
Never apologise for seeing the beauty in all that touches your senses.
Who else is going to find a world where we can teach people that Art is not about putting up strict defences?
WORD OF THE DAY
- a person who has or professes to have refined sensitivity toward the beauties of art or nature.
- a person who affects great love of art, music, poetry, etc., and indifference to practical matters.
A fanatical aesthete to the end, Kessler never diverged from the young Nietzsche’s belief that art justifies life.
… the next week they were bustling out of an upper Macquarie Street parlour with pad & paints, trying to look oh-so-very-much the Professional Aesthete, but–in rotten old twill trousers & course old canary coats, with mangy hair rough-hacked & poxed skin stubbly–inevitably failing.