By Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall
An artist writes about the consumption of art
As if a painting, a poem, a video
A statue in the lobby of the medical center
Were a tin of meatballs and spaghetti
But we do not consume a work of art
Sometimes we almost seem to marry it
Joining art in a sacrament of love
Beyond the velvet ropes of ownership
That which can be possessed can be consumed
But neither art nor love is a commodity
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