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Upon Writing and Artists… (No, it’s sillier than that title suggests – well, it’s me, what did you expect?)

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“Oh, I turned this sort of art into an art form – even discussed it with artists on a forum; asked them ‘wherefore ‘art,’ thou?’ They just stated their opinions upon onions as still life.
I preferred the written form; have done all my life; I can’t apply myself (or paint) to a canvas with a brush or a palette knife; no, drawing or sketching for me; I haven’t the ability, you see.
I ‘paint’ my words upon a blank page:
Poetry! All the rage… once.
It’s all I can do to doodle a canoe…
That looks like a gnu!
Well, what did you expect to see
From a wordsmith like me?”

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And ‘Stupid’ is with me

Always.

..

I ‘am’ the living embodiment

of stupidity.

I know, I shouldn’t be a boaster

Shouldn’t stick knives in toasters;

Shouldn’t set fire to lofts

Or leave spoons In microwaves;

And a stitch in time saves

The jeans that rip after I bleached them

I thought they’d be all white

I thought they”d be alright

But, they weren’t

And I wasn’t;

And so much more

That I am sure

You’ll agree

With me

That I am with ‘Stupidity!’

Life-Writing (@OxLifeWriting)

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Life-Writing (inspiration courtesy of Wolfson College, Oxford – @OxLifeWriting and http://www.wolfson.ox.ac.uk)

Well, a few years back I finally found out what life-drawing was all about – pretty late on in life as it was.

Now I have just heard of life-writing!

My mind has taken the basic tenet of life-drawing (the drawing of naked models) and imposed them upon life-writing.

I am quite mystified as to how exactly this will work. I suppose that the class of students will sit around the nude model in a rough semi-circle and write various genre literary works based upon the nudity, muscle tone, physique, etc. before them.

I suppose it is slightly better for the model, too; as a slight movement of a limb or positioning should not drastically alter the ability of a writer or poet to continue with their Detective Fiction or Haibun.

I was too busy today to enquire further; but, I will seek to succeed in ‘writing’ about the naked body, where I once failed in my ‘drawing’ of one

(see Drawing a Blank at www.http://wp.me/p1MjHq-C5)

I shall pop down an example in a while (there are gaps in the writing of an ‘in depth’ study of this magnitude, you know).

G:)

(1st Attempt at L-W)

Naked Being
Oh, naked being
Laying here before
Upon the chair
Or on the floor
With flesh-tone words
I catch your hue
A ‘pointy pelvis’
Or a haunting ‘how-do-you-do?’
Your skin like silk
The colour of fresh-drawn morning milk
Bathed in the neon light
Of modern reality
Which illuminates your form
But, hinders my fight
To capture you.

G:)

Drawing Upon Experience (Upon Drawing Experiences)

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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.

Drawing a Blank

Drawing A Blank

‘Life Drawing’ had brought out the artist in me.

My ‘flesh-tone’ pencils and paints were arrayed neatly before, and my pallet was salivating with anticipation. Then, a man-mountain in a pink cotton bathrobe of Olympic swimming-pool size proportions appeared – my canvas wasn’t going to cope with that.

“We’ll do some five-minute ‘posed’ sketches, and then we’ll move on to the hour-and-a-half ‘relaxed pose’.” commented Miss Louise Lewis-Lautrec.

I ‘white-washed’ my surface and poised myself as if looking for inspiration to arrive.

For two hours I sat there, focusing upon a small red vase off to one side of his shoulder.

A voice from behind me chirped, “It’s always tricky to get the form correct, Leonardo.”

“Yes, Miss.”