Art-with-a-capital-A, is all over "Constantly Risking Absurdity," whether it's in the tricky nature of finding truth in poetry or simply the performance aspect of it all. It's exciting, dangerous, unpredictable, and terribly fulfilling if the poet can catch Beauty's "fair eternal form" (32). But no matter how high and lofty an artist's goals may be, that little "charleychaplin man" is just as vulnerable to the real world as anyone else. After all, he's constantly risking "absurdity and death" no matter how wonderful and famous he may be. Nothing, especially when it comes to art, is ever guaranteed.
It's all just a show and there's no need to rack our brains for any truth in art. There's only trickery.
Without art and beauty, we're all just silly "charleychaplin" men entertaining one another and biding our time.