“VAN GOGH IN CHICAGO”

He and Monet set records
for attendance, there.
I went and saw their mastery,
but then I began to see
something else.
Starry Night and Water Lilies
on umbrellas, shopping bags,
bed spreads, mouse pads,
key chains, kitchen aprons,
clocks, coffee mugs,
dress ties and thongs.

A massacre in merchandise.
I cannot imagine that I
was the only one offended.

So, next time you see
a cheap knockoff of great art*,
please treat it as the fur of a baby seal.
Throw a bucket of cadmium red
and claim self defense.

*Thomas Kinkade’s work was never great art; Only merchandise. Leave it alone.

narrative poem written on 03-21-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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