A review of Banksy's movie written as a poem

Why I Am Not a Street Artist

I am not a street artist, I am a blogger. 
Why? I think I would rather be 
a street artist, but I am not. Well,

for instance, Thierry Guetta
is starting a Banksy film. I drop in. 
“Sit down and watch me brainwash” he 
says. I watch; he brainwashes. I look
up. “You have STREET ART in it.” 
“Yes, it’s the biggest movement since punk.”
“Oh.” I wait and the minutes go by 
and I check in again. The film 
is going on, and it’s banal, and the minutes 
go by. I wait. The film is
finished. “Where’s the STREET ART?”
All that’s left is just
money-grabbing, “It’s all about the money,” Thierry says.

But me? One day I am thinking of 
a concept: contrivance. I write a line 
about contrivance. Pretty soon it is a 
whole page of words, not lines. 
Then another page. There should be 
so much more, not of contrivance, of 
real art, of how terrible contrivance is 
and life. Minutes go by. It is even in 
prose, I am a real blogger. My blog 
is finished and I haven’t mentioned 
contrivance yet. It’s twelve blogs, I call 
it CONTRIVANCE. And one day in a theatre 
I see the Banksy film, called EXIT THROUGH THE GIFT SHOP.

(Poem/review adapted from Frank O’Hara’s “Why I Am Not a Painter” with actual quotes from Thierry Guetta in Exit Through the Gift Shop, playing now at Harvard Exit)


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