I think this turned out ok. It's a found poem based on random words and phrases taken from a newspaper. These are fun to do, you should try it.
Early radicals discover truth and beauty,
They change the world.
Public enlightenment raises
The aesthetic taste of every punter -
All see a Monet sunset.
An aura continues to radiate
The transmission of truth.
But Goya, power and pathos,
The heart of modernity,
Provides an unimprovable definition.
They show the moral chaos,
The willful ugliness,
Dirtied and despoiled,
Defaced and disfigured,
Foretold by a mad prophet,
And the Monet sunset
Becomes an orb of excrement.
Artistic transgressions and bad taste,
Born of revolutionary candour.
They committed a heresy on ecstasy,
And all that remains
is Le Grand Macabre.
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