I stumbled across this little poem by my favorite poet, Sam Walter Foss, in the preface of one of his books. It's a breath of fresh air after watching endless streams of art films for class:
'Tis not the greatest singer,
Who tries the loftiest themes,
He is the true joy bringer,
Who tells the simplest dreams.
He is the greatest poet,
Who will renounce all art,
And take his heart and show it
To every other heart;
Who writes no learned riddle,
But sings his simplest rune,
Takes his heart strings for a fiddle,
And plays his easiest tune.
What now, Godard?!!
