Salvador Dalí, Rinoceronte vestido con puntillas / Rhinoceros dressed in lace (1956)
Why did he make a farce of art?
He didn't give a monkey's fart,
Knowing that life runs to an end,
That you ought best yourself defend.
Now he's in fashion more and more,
No matter what there is in store.
He's almost a post-impressionist
Compared with others who persist.
Draped in quantum theory lace
That bullfight daggers pin in place
His bronze rhinoceros pleads grace
For artists who should go for broke:
There's nothing cooler than a joke,
Unless it's perhaps a mirror's smoke.
Real soon, I think, the game will finish.
There's not much left here to diminish.
December 14, 2024