The burden of distinction

I don’t get art. It’s much easier to understand artists though. I can’t call myself an expert yet but i carry a hunch when it comes to cinema and poetry. The former undoubtedly qualifies for art but i’m not so sure about the latter. However, i also feel that the exact opposite should be true about the two. In my spaced-out eyes, art has to create noise despite being absolutely silent. And it’s pretty obvious that cinema took birth out of silence before turning noisy while poetry came out of voice before becoming mute. It’s quite an interesting development. Since i haven’t made any attempt towards film-making, i wouldn’t know how close to art it is. I’m an unaccomplished former poet so i know a bit about verses and metre. As a viewer, i can tell that a movie is originally made in a director’s head — no, not the writer’s — and from that moment onwards, the whole effort is to convert that vision into reality. Henceforth, the concept of art suffers a bit as too many people are involved. On the contrary, poetry is a one-man-standing-against-nobody exercise. So where exactly do you place art in a poem? In the core selfishness of words or the gaps left by phrases and punctuations? Wherever you please. At least the purity of an idea is maintained. Furthermore, art is not a pursuit but a creative journey to find respite in the end. Like the act of masturbation, for lack of a terribler example. You know when it has to end and there’s no such thing as perfection in it. What could be finesse for one could be an interval for another. A poet has nothing to prove while a filmmaker has a lot. Precisely why a poem can never be perfect. Precisely why a film can.