WHO SEZ THE ARTS AIN'T NECESSARY?

I do, said a simple soul,
and with his little hatchet
Whack! down went the enchanted woods
of Robert Frost. The scenarios of
Bertolt Brecht. The pian(issim)o of
Chopin. And all of opera. The symphony.
The living sculptures of Waldine Tauch.
Not to mention the solid thrones
of our distinguished literati . . .
Goodbye, Garcia Lorca. I'll never see

your genius again. Adios, Placido Domingo.
Robert Lopez Flynn. Isadora Duncan.
Edward Morgans of the world.

Who sez THE ARTS ain't necessary?
I do, said a Scrooge
who never heard of The Blue Boy
--never saw him
turn purple, singing in the cold,
striving to define
the quality of the human spirit
to rise above the self . . .

Who sez the arts AIN'T NECESSARY?
H -m -m-m-m -m -m -m -m .
Probably someone born
without an ounce of talent
without an oh can't you see
here be five things we hail
in the home of Target '90,
in the City of San Antonio.
Five things we hold dear:

Ambiente Cultural, Leadership,
Civic Pride, The SunBelt, and
The Arts--I said THE ARTS--
The Hey-Man-You-Just-Ain't-Goin’-Nowhere-
Without-Them-Very -Necessary
Humanizing Arts.

88888888—Angela de Hoyos
888888888888Arts Day in San Antonio
8888888888885 March 1987