There was a black Hamlet,
and a white Othello,
all the youths were salad green,
and Dogberry was yellow;
Lady Macbeth was spotty,
and King Lear, he was dotty;
all in all, a colourful performance
of Shakespeare’s ‘Where Thou, Art?’
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I popped some “Art” in the cart, and headed for the checkout.
Self-service, I think.
Brought my own bag? – yup!
15 items or less? -yup!
Each one is a carrot.
I pop 15 carrots into my bag.
Each one weighs approximately the same as my 15 pieces of “Art”.
I pay – cash.
Not going to be traced by using plastic.
I am in disguise, too.
Nobody notices a white, middle-aged, well-dressed, politely-spoken nobody.
Nobody.
I pop my “Carrots” into the back of my ‘invisible’ van, and drive to the warehouse.
My “Art” is quickly offloaded and carefully packed in recyclable plastic and bubble-wrap. All 15 items (counted once more) are then placed inside a hollow suitcase (empty) and this is taken to a locker at Paddington Station. Placed inside the locker, the suitcase is left for over a hundred years without any disturbance. The key to the locker is posted (2nd class) to an address in Singapore that doesn’t exist.
One hundred years later, Paddington Station is subject to an explosive device that blows the door off of a single locker. Not the one that the suitcase is in; but, for the look of things, all the lockers are removed to be melted down for the war effort – there wasn’t a war, but it’s best to be prepared.
The 15 “Carrots” are discovered by a labourer who was labouring under the misapprehension that he was not going to discover* a life-changing discovery.
He did, and it did.
The “Art” was returned to its owner – the State.
All in all – it had been a pointless exercise.
Art for Art’s Sake.
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*is where my self-regulating 10-minutes ran out.
G:)
Images of midges
Pictures of fixtures
Drawings of curtains
Doodles of poodles
And a sketch of a ketchup bottle;
Half-empty or three-quarters full.
A lino-cut of a limousine
Outlined in chalk
Because I’m dead keen
To capture the likenesses of
A million vermillion things…
If only I could draw
I could be a drawing king.
But, I can’t
So, I won’t
And ‘don’t’ tell me I can;
I’m a wordsmith
Not an artist
I’m a letters-based man.
Gok
Gok Art
Go Kart
Well, I never learn to let
Well alone, the things I should;
I just have to draw my pun
And fire both Lewis Carrolls
.At you.
For which
I apologise.
And shallow is as shallow does;
And I am certainly guilty of shallowness
by the bucketload.
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I…
…am taking centre stage
(in an LBN – a little black number
which is slightly ‘off the wall’)
Am I on the right lines
As I preside over my court?
I focus upon the passers-by
who are by-passing the others to gaze
solely at my décolletage;
barely pausing at the collage next to me;
before also by-passing the purchasing of a single thing.
When suddenly, I descried someone wearing…
almost
the exact same creation as me!
Imagine my total loss of elation.
Just imagine!
I could have cried.
Now, side by side we stand;
Imperceptible in our differences
almost
but, one of discerning tastes
Must have preferences…
Look at her page lines!
I, am the real
deal.
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Saturday 8th November 2014, 6.30 – 8.30pm
An evening of poetry by The TeaPoet Collective responding to an exhibition of paintings and sculpture by artists from The Yard Studios at Rum’s Eg Gallery. The work is on show at Rum’s Eg art and craft gallery in Romsey from 8 October to 9 November. You are invited to look at images of the artwork on the gallery website click here…. or visit the gallery in person and write your own poem. Please send poems to natural@teapoet.org.uk or contact them for more information. The poetry will be presented at this lively and informal event in the first floor Cafe at Rum’s Eg, with a bar and snacks on the night. The event is free but please email teapoets to let them know if you are coming. |
