...however, being an artist just about guarantees someone will feel you make no sense.

The "but is it art?" debate has been raging for a long time; the Latin saying, "de gustibus non est disputandum" sums up the best thought on the subject over the millenia. In matters of taste, there can be no dispute. Crucify one Ken doll, and you're a freak; crucify enough Ken dolls, create dioramas of Kewpie doll Last Suppers, and produce winged Barbie/Alien transplants with little gold-foil halos, and you're an artist.

If you are unmoved by the dead bird framed on the wall, don't buy a replica. If it sells, it's art, even if you don't buy into it.

Is "found poetry" art? How about "found sound"? Maybe. Not all of it resonates with me; some of it doesn't resonate with anyone but the creator. I'm conservative in many ways; I'm ambivalent about the National Endowment for the Arts for the same reason I'm against a revival of Nazi-style censorship. Remember, they banned The Three-Penny Opera... Can't we all just let art find its market?