Anthropology has taught us that societies can’t focus on the arts until the basics for survival are met. It isn’t until one has a roof over his head and a full stomach that he can allow his mind to drift toward leisure.
Psychology agreed, citing Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs to back the claim.
But Art says this is all fatuous nonsense. Art welcomes the refugees in its hallowed halls.
Flip the Hierarchy on its head, Art says.
She’ll yield to your bidding only when you turn to her before meeting the requirements of existence. Put her first and she will be your muse, in the tradition of Anne Sexton, Vincent Van Gogh, the slaves’ spirituals, Lamentations, the poetry of the Exiles.
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I heartily concur
After a hearty breakfast
I’ll concur some more
With magic to conjure
there are giants to conquer
by the music
from a heavenly score
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