Description
The verses of Modern Art are intended to be employed alike a rusty-nailed-fencepost in the hands of a bully by which you may beat pretentious modernists about the head, repeatedly. The author leaves out no cheap trick of meter or of rhyme to drive home his point. He employs adolescent sing-song, doggerel, slanting rhyme; in short, every mischief making device that he can borrow or invent is used in a manner that would shame lesser poets; yes, he stoops to conquer. In fact, conquest is his aim; his tactic, wit; his weapons, mudslinging, ridicule, name calling, and other dirty tricks of antique pedigree.
