Loss of art to hashtags

We can call ourselves poets and never know poetry.” -beth

Whethet it be poetry or art, 

when this is sacrificed for popularity the artist is no longer painting art and the poet no longer writing poetry but rather,

words and drawings that resemble a mindless culture dwelling in hashtags, status bars, shock statements of a 130 characters or less to gain 1k followers and all this must be done in 1 minute or less. 

Poetry and art is no longer seen in the rising of the sun, in shadows at noonday, the bomb sent to a country and yet explodes in the very streets of the country that sent it, nor in the sun that sets alone because the hashtag holds the heart of art.