I loved to visit my grandparents when I was a kid.
The graffiti has grown so large
It has covered everything we know and love
It has covered the windows, shutting out the light
And it’s all about leaving your mark
The ones who are living outside your walls
Have grown worried about leaving th
Gentlemen,If, 50 years ago, you were to tell me my 237-year-old organs would still possess the ability to achieve tumescence, fluorescence, father a child, and stick to walls for hours on end, I would have thought you mad. But behold! Though I am a doddering old…
It was in India where we learned to navigate pity.
There were no strangers at our boil.
It was Wednesday, the papers had a food section that day, so the gap-toothed news hawker at the mouth of Winter Street would yell out “Foozection! Foozection!”
'Take it outside,' like he could care less, is heard before a terrified 'WHAT?'
Life says a lot when you listen.
Frisbee dog. Stealth the cat. Read more. Cut toenails. Less wine. Bind the ties. Avoid mirrors. Divide water.
His grunts reached even further up the scale, approaching soprano.
I get that drunk feeling right before it starts to rain. The sky is dark and heavy and the clouds break open with a flash and suddenly there is water running down all of the windows like one million pairs of eyes crying hard. The street is suddenly …
A new philosophy stirs in its surgery.
Light. And shade. Line and shape. Colour, form and perspective. Wall, wood, ceiling or canvas. Pigment in eggyolk or linseed oil. Stroked by brush or spread by knife. On small panels or plastered on vast spaces. All these problems to be worked over and solved. Then …