I have to admit, I feel certain mirth
reading about all the great artists
whose works are completely lost
to us, only their fame an empty
memorial to that which we
will never experience.
They are famous now, because
once their art was famous -
art long gone, without a trace
except that fame.
A poet whose all verses are
lost, a painter of whose paintings
burned, a sculptor whose bronzes
were melted down, a famous
singer or a violinist performing
before recordings, an actor
famous before film - all lost,
except the facade of fame.
Yet, my mirth is misplaced -
for only fame matters, not art.
You will never hear Paganini
play, yet you know his fame.
16.04.2023
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