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Theme and Variation at the
Met
by Earl Coleman
In this wing art lovers stand
stock still and stare,
at the Memling and the Cranach pére;
this one at their right on loan from KRK, the junk bond
lord,
the left from Graces Chairman of the Board.
In this next wing, the heirs of Chiang Kai-shek,
(whose stolen property, displayed, is worthy of this
trek),
have hung their paintings, chop marks there,
in carved nephritic green, six inches square.
As Proudhon said, dont doubt all ownership
is fraud --
hung here is just a fraction of this depots looted
hoard.
We are reminded of the Nazis and their mounds of Jewish
teeth
(which held some Niebelungen gold perhaps), Lord Elgin,
British thief,
who filched the marbles. Romans, slaying the barbarians,
and dragging Gauls and booty back to Rome -- the first
totalitarians.
Art is art. The revolutionizing of a single graphic
line
is what the arts about, not some collectors
bottom line.
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