But is it Art?

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London Cityscape    by Atkinson Grimshaw    1890’s

I found a poem with “Conundrum” in the Title!  It was written by the Victorian poet Rudyard Kipling.  I was amazed at the subject matter, because writers argue about this in the present time:

The Conundrum of the Workshops

Rudyard Kipling, 1865 – 1936

 

When the flush of a newborn sun fell first on Eden’s green and gold,

Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mold;

And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,

Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves: “It’s pretty, but is it Art?”

 

Wherefore he called to his wife and fled to fashion his work anew—

The first of his race who cared a fig for the first, most dread review;

And he left his lore to the use of his sons—and that was a glorious gain

When the Devil chuckled: “Is it Art?” in the ear of the branded Cain.

 

They builded a tower to shiver the sky and wrench the stars apart,

Till the Devil grunted behind the bricks: “It’s striking, but is it Art?”

The stone was dropped by the quarry-side, and the idle derrick swung,

While each man talked of the aims of art, and each in an alien tongue.

 

They fought and they talked in the north and the south, they talked and they fought in the west,

Till the waters rose on the jabbering land, and the poor Red Clay had rest—

Had rest till the dank blank-canvas dawn when the dove was preened to start,

And the Devil bubbled below the keel: “It’s human, but is it Art?”

 

The tale is old as the Eden Tree—as new as the new-cut tooth—

For each man knows ere his lip-thatch grows he is master of Art and Truth;

And each man hears as the twilight nears, to the beat of his dying heart,

The Devil drum on the darkened pane: “You did it, but was it Art?”

 

We have learned to whittle the Eden Tree to the shape of a surplice-peg,

We have learned to bottle our parents twain in the yolk of an addled egg,

We know that the tail must wag the dog, as the horse is drawn by the cart;

But the Devil whoops, as he whooped of old: “It’s clever, but is it Art?”

 

When the flicker of London’s sun falls faint on the club-room’s green and gold,

The sons of Adam sit them down and scratch with their pens in the mold—

They scratch with their pens in the mold of their graves, and the ink and the anguish start

When the Devil mutters behind the leaves: “It’s pretty, but is it art?”

 

Now, if we could win to the Eden Tree where the four great rivers flow,

And the wreath of Eve is red on the turf as she left it long ago,

And if we could come when the sentry slept, and softly scurry through,

By the favor of God we might know as much—as our father Adam knew.

 

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Rudyard Kipling in 1905

 

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Published by ahiggins2013

poet, birder, senior citizen, cancer survivor, Catholic sister. Eight books of poetry published: At the Year’s Elbow, Mellen Poetry Press 2000; Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky, Plain View Press 2007; chapbooks: Pick It Up and Read, Finishing Line Press 2008, How the Hand Behaves, Finishing Line Press 2009, Digging for God, Wipf and Stock 2010, Vexed Questions, Aldrich Press 2013, Reconnaissance, Texture Press 2014, and Life List, Finishing Line Press, 2015.

One thought on “But is it Art?

  1. I tried to research the word “conundrum” for this word prompt post but took the easy way out as evidenced by my post. You are definitely more dedicated to the daily word prompts than I. Loved the post.

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