Innocence & Evil / Insight into Poetry / An aesthetic for discomfort

Insight is not easy fodder for a melody,
                                         or for that matter, a poem ....
It doesn't turn into a thing of art
                                            by itself.

Like then,
             when a little glance registered,
                                       And became an uncomfortable nugget in the mind,
When in plain view on the plaza
The innocent child pushed another
                                                 from behind
                                                                  to hurt.
When Pure Evil was expressed
                                             without malice towards oneself,
lending itself to trust and honour
                                              more than hidden goodness.

Hiding may confer some advantage
                                                 If life is a competitive sport
                                                                                        to be won at any cost
(if art is to win over
                             at any cost).



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