Great Poetry

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

Laziness by Robert Service

Let laureates sing with rapturous swing
Of the wonder and glory of work;
Let pulpiteers preach and with passion impeach
The indolent wretches who shirk.
No doubt they are right: in the stress of the fight
It's the slackers who go to the wall;
So though it's my shame I perversely proclaim
It's fine to do nothing at all.

It's fine to recline on the flat of one's spine,
With never a thought in one's head:
It's lovely to lie staring up at the sky
When others are earning their bread.
It's great to feel one with the soil and the sun,
Drowned deep in the grasses so tall;
Oh it's noble to sweat, pounds and dollars to get,
But - it's grand to do nothing at all.

So sing to the praise of the fellows who laze
Instead of lambasting the soil;
The vagabonds gay who lounge by the way,
Conscientious objectors to toil.
But lest you should think, by this spatter of ink,
The Muses still hold me in thrall,
I'll round out my rhyme, and (until the next time)
Work like hell - doing nothing at all.

*****

Boru

Impressive....

Shows flow and meter,

But how many get the message?

Art isn't about structure, art isn't about shitting escargot or calamari. Art isn't about caviar. 

I am sorry that you are so stupidly stuck on your own pre conceived ideas of what art is. But again, that is your baggage, not mine.

I think Service's message is pretty clear.

I don't think Service's poetry qualifies as 'art' (he would agree, if he wasn't dead).  I like the poem, that's all.

I don't eat escargot, calamari or caviar.  Not sure what you're on about.

EVERYONE has preconceived ideas of what constitutes art.  I've told you before, I'm not claiming your stuff isn't art, just that I don't care for it.

Boru