Art on 5th Avenue - The Guggenheim
Walked through Central Park along 5th Avenue
Destination we’d read so much about coming into view
Standing back gaping at the alien architecture before us
Incredible building, sallying forth anticipation all abuzz
Worth the entrance fee to simply look upward inside
Enough procrastination, let’s go see art, we decide
Never given much thought to Van Gogh not strictly my scene
Face to face with Vincent in a frame, passion in extreme
Maximum respect to the man who felt compelled to cut off an ear
Genius a description never used lightly, we can see it clearly here
Viewing his paintings need to push on through a crowd
Vividly he depicted his world, painting loud and proud!
Cezanne…erm, sorry people I fail to feel inspired or even moved
If I could be so insolent to suggest it could so easily be improved
I’m a surrealist and I totally get that whole impressionist thing
Cezanne’s blobs of colour entirely fail in making my soul sing
I’ve seen where he painted, the magical views and light
Maybe I miss the point, my loss I guess, she said “quite”
Gazing upon works by Manet, Monet, Renoir and Picasso
Complete sensory overload and we’ve still three floors to go
A room devoted to Lucio Fontana asking the question why?
Ripped canvasses stitched with string, weird off-the-wall guy
Was he saving on paint or totally mad, who cares or knows?
Jackson Pollock was kinda cool though, his style, anything goes
One floor to go now, some things becoming obvious
Three weeks spent here would never get monotonous
Inspiration on every wall, in every frame, every room
And some day we’ll come back again, can’t be too soon
The overwhelming memory apart from the art that’s neat
There’s something about the floor completely kills your feet!
