Krorg calls me over
To his cave
And says--
‘Art’
That’s what he calls it
Art
It’s some blood
From the Big Teeth
We found in the woods
And some crushed up berries
And tree sap
And he pointed to it
And said--
‘Art’
And I could have done that
I could’ve gotten blood
From Big Teeth
There was lots of it
And I know
Where to find those berries
And I know
How to scrape off
The tree sap
And I could take that all back to my cave
And smear it on a wall
And say ‘Art’
But that wouldn’t make it art
It’s just stuff
On stuff
On blood
On a cave wall
Is that what art is?
Because if anyone can do it
It might not be art
Art means special
And special means--
Only some people can do it
That’s why hunters are special
That’s why firemakers are special
That’s why the guy who eats pieces of all the food
Before the rest of us do
In case it’s poison
Is special
Because not everybody
Can do all that stuff
And honestly
Not everybody wants to
But everybody wants to draw on cave walls
And etch things in the dirt
And make things to wear
Out of leaves and Tusk-walker kidney skin
And we don’t let them
Because then we wouldn’t get
Anything done at all
There’d be no meat for meals
Or fire to cook with
Or clothes to wear
And Merg needs clothes
Because his skin is sensitive to light
And that lotion we invented to stop him from burning
Ended up attracting the Desert Wolves
We only let people do things
When they’re exceptionally good at them
Because otherwise
Wouldn’t they just be
Wasting their time?
And our time?
We each have a part to play--
And our time?
We each have a part to play--
Plant-grower
Child-bearer
Curse-lifter
Cave-Drawing-Draw-er
And we usually only need
One person
To do each of those
...Except child-bearer, obviously
We need way more people to do that
Since, allegedly, child-bearing
Isn’t as pleasant
As all the men try to assure
The women it is
But artists?
We don’t need any more artists
We don’t need any more artists
We already have Sloog
And he does a wonderful job
Drawing pictures
Of all the people
Eaten by Little Teeth Big Claws
What Krorg does is fine
But it’s nothing unusual
It’s nothing the rest of us can’t do
We just…
...Don’t want to
So it might not be art
Oh sure, it’s nice to look at
--Why I don’t know, but somehow…
...It is
And it certainly makes him happy
But is it art?
Is it anything?
I asked Krorg
And he said--
Does it matter?
And I thought--
Well
Maybe not
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