Chain, chain, chains

                   Chain, Chain, Chains

 

Igor Stravinsky says, "Art needs chains.”
Ya, like shackles, manacles, and handcuffs.
Fetter the better.
So to honor that idea
And to stretch it out,
I offer:
 
Ø A sunset colored from the eight color box of crayons.
Ø The Rites of Spring played on a comb and tissue paper.
Ø The three days of summer.
Ø A Harley with training wheels.
Ø A drive through sonata.
Ø Creation for under a dollar, or more “BANG” for your buck.
Ø A ten second love affair.
 
Do you have any others?
Like the three Marx brothers?
The Indianapolis 499?
 
Limitations are just fine
They discipline the random mind,
(And also create a working bind.)
 
And as for art, and rules, and me,
I’m sloppy
But I’m also free,

And chains are only binds you see,

With the lock and

With the key.