The Lie

By Anne Waldman b. 1945 Anne Waldman
Art begins with a lie
      The separation is you plus me plus what we make   
            Look into lightbulb, blink, sun’s in your eye

I want a rare sky
      vantage point free from misconception   
            Art begins with a lie

Nothing to lose, spontaneous rise   
      of reflection, paint the picture
            of a lightbulb, or eye the sun

How to fuel the world, then die   
      Distance yourself from artfulness   
            How? Art begins with a lie

The audience wants to cry
      when the actors are real & passionate
            Look into footlight, then feed back to eye

You fluctuate in an artful body
      You try to imitate the world’s glory
            Art begins with a lie
                  That’s the story, sharp speck in the eye.

Anne Waldman, “The Lie” from Helping the Dreamer: Selected Poems, 1966-1988. Copyright © 1989 by Anne Waldman. Reprinted with the permission of Coffee House Press, Minneapolis, www.coffeehousepress.com.

Source: Helping the Dreamer: Selected Poems 1966-1988 (Coffee House Press, 1989)

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Poet Anne Waldman b. 1945

POET’S REGION U.S., Southwestern

SCHOOL / PERIOD New York School (2nd Generation)

Subjects Arts & Sciences

Poetic Terms Villanelle