Jackdaws in CAR PARKS
in CAR PARKS
where they shouldn’t be
eat cheap tarts
and drop crumbs
I wouldn’t like to be a jackdaw
Being a bit of a fussy eater
I wouldn’t eat a slowworm
even if I was starving
eat almost everything
They have no lines in their minds
except that possibly
(and I don’t know this for sure)
They won’t eat their own eggs
I suppose if they did
they wouldn’t exist
Imagine that you’re the last jackdaw
in the world
and the only thing left to eat
is your one remaining egg
which is about to hatch
do you gobble it up
even though you know
that however long you live
There’ll never be another jackdaw
or maybe you could
MATE with a sparrow
and have babies
Jackrow or Spardaw
What if you lay on top of your egg
and quietly died
feeding your young
Then it’d grow up
and have a different dilemma
but at least it’d have
What comes last?
The jackdaw – or
If we were rich
If we were rich, would we still have a table like this?
A table covered in the most recently used bits of shit?
Like scissors and glasses and ashtrays and tips.
Like candles and radios and needles and sticks.
There’s last Tuesday’s mailshots and yesterday’s news.
There’s this week’s TV guide and half a pair of shoes.
A table that’s creaking and sagging with clues.
Yes, we’d still have a table like this – it’s the truth.
A few short poems
from my last poetry collection
Pecking up the scraps of summer
He comes hopping –
and perching –
in cute poses;
Makes you wish you had a camera, ready.
Pictures of Robins
do well at Christmas.
Where I live
There are families
of Black Birds
They live on our roofs
and ramble on our lawns
They never stop nodding
and they make you feel
These are birds too,
until they bleed for us,
A varied people
or sharp white darts
tipped with black.
They argue a lot,
eat anything you throw at them,
and try to tell us
about the weather.
They are mostly seen
on man-made ponds,
and amuse us,
with their courting.
feel obliged to them
and wish you’d brought
This from the thoughts of Brian Llewelyn, formerly The Greatest Living Artist in Wales
Fucking tiny-minded people. If I hadn’t realised this and adjusted the way I engage with the bastards decades ago I would not be the success (that’s debatable I know) I am as an artist now.
The thing is most arbiters of culture are shallow and fake. They use what little knowledge they have to mask the gaping hole of nothingness that is their existence. I know better – I always have. Problem is I’ve allowed the bastards to subjugate me, to judge my work. Other problem is that most of the rest of the population need these hedgehog-brained existentialist angst dodgers to tell them what to think, what to buy, what to sacrifice their pathetic lives to.
Well fuck them – I’m back.
Deceit and Delusion is the follow up novel to Cheats and Liars
There are also several other novels in progress, most notably: Beats, the second in the trilogy of Bums, Beats and Bones and The Flying Boy, kind of meta fiction, told in the second-person present tense – sounds a bit affected but it’s not.
Better get on with it.
Most/All of these paintings are documented in other posts but here’s a little gallery as a quick reference:
Also featured in this Gallery of Recent Paintings
These are probably finished – also added to this gallery
May already be sold.
Please contact me for up to date price and availability
Three small canvases – Acrylic paint
Work in Progress
1: Go to charity shop, find old picture frames with hardboard backing
2: Remove the hardboard and paint it
3: Allow to dry
4: Reinsert painted hardboard into frame
(if still available) – including frames
Small Stripey – £TBA
Big Stripey – £TBA
Excluding post and packing
Use the contact form to start the ball rolling
Some Work in Progress – Early stages (Scroll Down for finished art-icles)
Acrylic on canvas – each 60cm x 50cm
Another two human beings have arrived to keep the first one company
They are here to stay
and there of course
Everything is here and there
Now and then
They are flowers
(And here’s the first one to save a click or two)
They are lovely
Here they are, I think they’re lovely
They are lovely
see previous posts for explanation
Oil on canvas – then photographed and edited in Gimp