From those earliest cave drawings of Lascaux
What is immediately grasped
Is their aspiration to permanence wherein
Flesh and blood scenarios of hunter and prey
Are rendered timeless in line and color.
If it appears that art exceeds life, it
Brings to life its formal process, one
In stillness of perfection whose career
Is suspended on walls, deeply revered,
At a remove from reality, as reality.
Indeed, the reality we derive is art:
It is a string of red peppers, cuts of meat;
Design is everything, to draw appetite
Precisely, as evidenced in the variety of taste;
Experience, the sensation of art.
It appears there is no art in facts,
Yet, reality is proportioned in art,
Whence alone it is lived: fact
Is art explains its disputatious
Character, as an aspiration to the truth.