Imitating Art
Ira, Cole and Noël are dead; Julie London too. So I wrote this song instead and sing it just for youThe gallery was free, yet full Of endless dull Depictions with no wonder thundering In my heart or head. I stood instead And gazed within: why must my ordinary life Forever imitate art? * There! Amongst the moulded marble Art, by name And nature, nurtured in an alien Scrapered world for his and my mimetic sakes Bought tea and toast, taught me to see that most of life Is counterfeiting art * He blended Greco-Roman And El...