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Fresh from high schools, two artist friends of mine
First met one Fall in a college art class
They, far from bonding and getting on fine,
Respectively found each boring and crass.
One said the others art lacked real technique,
And while he had ideas he could convey
His approach was rough and his style, weak,
Embodied what was wrong with art today.
The other found the firsts art unprofound
And found his work to be more craft than art.
While technically skilled, it was too bound
In convention, nothing new to impart.
The student peer review did not go well.
Their mutual critiques came close to brawl
Youre arts like posters by Norman Rockwell
And your arts cranked out like Andy Warhol!
And that was how a war was prevented:
Each of them felt he was complimented.
------ True style
is not a function of
financial circumstance.
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