The Lie

by Anne Waldman

Read by Emma Rye

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.