ART POP Lady Gaga

Splendor Aphrodite, I kneel before your altar

A loyal supplicant, Gorging myself on the sweet nectar That drips from your holy stage. I am overcome by it, Longing for you.

Gazing into it, I see the creature reflected back. Distortion is connection is creation.

O Lady Mine, Lay back and feast. The colors of your aura, They mesmerize, hypnotize. Hold back nothing of yourself But shame.

That has no place here. Let yourself transform. Rip up the veil and you’ll find What you seek inside.

Final question–

What does it cost to look?

Venus on her canvas beach, Shell bikini and ochre tan lines. Her entourage swarms and crashes; An atelier of flowers laid out on the sand. Apollo pursues his jewels without end; Daphne knows a pig when she sees one. To be the girl underneath a god is no prize; You cannot rest on such laurels. The art, the altar, the goddess herself. Not a women, but a sculpture of one; Not a Koons, but an image of one. This way, we can all have a piece of her.

Power is control is love; Fragmented and fabricated and free. A raving maenad in the eternal mirror maze.

Tear my clothes, pull my hair; Anything to keep the music playing And put off the icy silence of morning.

The cameras flash once more. The performance is ending, Are you ready for this? Are you ready for me?

Clap your hands if you believe.