Eternal Rehearsal

Make art of the preparation of art

Turn a rehearsal to a performance

Of line and pigment make a living heart

Ignore grim time’s obstinate remonstrance

Echoes of ancient theater are here

Made living discourse by animate mouths;

Twice removed, by the painter’s brush drawn near

And Paris, replicating Rome’s dry south

Was drunk in turn by canvas’ greedy maw

Which digitized, delights a current eye

How many have seen what the painter saw?

So does human craft erosion defy

Representation, scourge of entropy

You give what was forgotten back to me