Poem 79 - Poetry from my visit to the Metropolitan Museum in New York

Poetry from my visit to the Metropolitan Museum in New York

Carry home your own reproduction

As I walk around the Metropolitan Museum I find myself pulling my
Phone from my pocket and snapping shots of the Warhol’s, the Sargent’s and
The Picasso’s, and I realise I am trying to take home a painting more beautiful than the pixels my phone could never capture, my intellectually advanced smart phone cannot compute the pure forms, brave ideas and exceptional clarity of paint so enlightened no human since can understand the talents of its maker and me with my little BlackBerry, trying to steal a bit for myself

I think I’ll just take my poems as a going home presents and leave the irony here, at the Met, for other generations to perplex about after I’m long gone

“NO FLASH PLEASE”