Art is Fleeting

by RyuuSiren7

True art really is fleeting; please allow this to prove why. A short little drabble ficlet/speech I wrote in honor of Deidara last year for my English class, and figured I'd post to celebrate Deidara's birthday. Happy b-day, Dei-chan! (Also, as of 05/05/17, FFnet apparently isn't sending out notices about chapter updates, so you have to manually check. Just a heads up.)

AN: This is a poem/speech I wrote for a Shakespearean English project last year. Obviously, it was heavily influenced by the one, the only, Deidara! Since today is his birthday, I figured I might as well go ahead and post it. Happy birthday, Dei-chan!

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IMPORTANT NOTICE: TO ALL FFFNET READERS 05/05/17

So, if you haven't yet heard - new chapter updates aren't working. All other ones are - new story, community, follows/favs, etc., but not for new chapters. If you want to see an updated chapter, apparently you have to be checked manually. I will begin posting on Archive of our Own under RyuuSiren7 in the meantime.

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Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto. Or Julius Caesar/Shakespeare.

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True Art

Is Fleeting

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Ladies and gentlemen, friends and foes, hark thee well.

I speak now to bury previous misconceptions of art.

The impact of a fleeting flash lives after the light;

The impact of an explosion is oft forgotten after the bang,

So it is with true art! I am an artist

One who has learned and used many mediums,

From music to sketching to engraving to writing and to painting.

So believe me when I say:

The ultimate form of art

Is fleeting, and brilliant as an explosion.

For it is all the dearer after its departure.

Ponder, just for a moment -

Is it not that which is eternal

That is then taken for granted

And thus, under appreciated? Does one not

Cherish something all the more

After it is gone? Imagine…

A fireworks show, the colors

Bursting and the fading, illuminating the night.

The feel of the thunderous roar in one's very bones,

As your heartbeat races in time,

With the explosions above you.

Are the fireworks not paint,

And the night sky the canvas?

Is it not true, then, that the ultimate art -

Art which makes one feel alive,

Art which stuns and captivates every witness,

Is fleeting, is an explosion?

Such a beautiful creation, there and gone

In the blink of an eye. The desire

To see it again. The regret

That it ended so soon. Can only

Be caused by true art; art which

Is fleeting. If beauty never lasts,

How then, can art be

Eternal? No, it must then be true

That the ultimate art comes and goes

In but a single instant:

Is fleeting, appreciated all the more

For its short life. That which

Is the brightest, is the best,

Has always faded the fastest, after all.