Tag: artist

Ode To Adam Fresco

He wouldn’t let us eat him, or drink him during break

He never let us beat him, or bake him in a cake

But never once did we wish to cut off his legs

Or impale him on a stick

We wouldn’t dream of killing him, for fear of making him sick

He taught us how to act, had passion for plays

Knew all about the theatre, made us crave the stage

I think he understood us, like great teachers only could

And I think we understood him, like only mothers could

Now Adam’s in New Zealand, doing all of the same things

Encouraging students writing

And inspiring all their dreams.

Quote Of The Week

‘Animals do not judge you by the way you look, the clothes you wear, how much money you have in the bank, or what your sexuality, colour or creed is. If you are kind to them, they are kind to you.’

– Holly Johnson. A Bone In My Flute

It’s Holly Johnson’s birthday today. Happy Birthday Holly! Many Happy Returns.

Keep Away From Art

(I wrote this twenty five years ago. My then boyfriend, who is now my husband, was/is an artist. I was inspired at the time, by the pretentiousness of the art world)

 

Nathan is an artist

And he’s coming to tea.

He’s a bit up himself

So I said to my boyfriend

Who is also an artist

A conversation may start

So keep away from art.

Nathan likes to daub paint onto canvas

with his private parts

So I say to my  boyfriend

Talk freely about anything

But if a conversation starts

Keep away from art.

Nathan gets paid

Obscene amounts of money

to paint,

with his idea of a brush

My boyfriend is penniless

He doesn’t want to bend

Nathan’s ear.

He wants to bend

his paintings.

So I say, a conversation will probably start

so whatever you do,

keep away from art.

But what happened?

Nathan came to tea.

Did a conversation start?

Did they keep away from art?

Did they hell

Paint and body parts flew.

 

Po-et-tree & Vurz © Sue Young