Writing art: Orange. Louis Bourgeois

Stick with this one. You may have seen it already on my pages. She has been there for a time!!!

the poet who never  wrote a word
about  a life which all the others
wished they had
she was a lady
who lived
long
produced
all the works
which most the others
really  wished they could
~orange is not just a colour~ Gill McGrath  from my ‘Ode to the Artist’

Here is  a little more about Louis Bourgeois at the Tate:

http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artists/louise-bourgeois-2351     next: Caravagio  

Stripped bare of your colours. Who am I?

how can I dare to think
your twisted mixed up lines still sound so lovely
brushed yellow blue a dash of red
when your finest hand
brushed so quick the sun-lit stars
through night skies purple moon-lit sun
beyond fields of gold
past crows
past bars
across white canvas
for an ear? ~ [She said] Gill McGrath©  Ode to the Artist (song)

Sien Hoornik by vincent

Sien Hoornik…….. Vincent Van Gogh met her, the mother of a 5 year old girl  in 1882. She was also pregnant at the time; and a prostitute;, and suffering from venereal disease. She posed for a number of drawings and paintings for him reflecting the difficult life of the working poor in domestic roles such as mother, seamstress and domestic worker. Van Gogh took her into his home and wrote about his love and affection for her in his letters to his brother. When the baby was born he was named Willem after the artist. Van Gogh wanted to marry Sien but was pressured by his father and then his brother to abandon them all . By the end of 1883 he did leave them, for Drenthe. Van Gogh died in 1890. Sien  eventually married Anton van Wijk in 1901. She drowned herself 4 years later; 14 years after Van Gogh’s death.

Deer in the City

December 8th Diary
8.00pm Took the photo of the sun, looking like the night…
9.00am Town Covered Market. now. Before the madding crowd…… two deers, on show, soft light
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what a way to end
just hanging
Nearly walked into the fur
looking at the chocolates
head in air
dripping blood
and no one there
Gill
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[posted 10th December]

 

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the city  ‘A place to dream’ press the above link

 

Broken~ Jake Bugg

Jake of the extraordinary voice! (he writes all his own)
Press link for more on Jake Bugg  after the words of the song~

I’ll wait here for you for I’m broken
Down, coming down this town
For my heart lies

Far and away where they took you down
Led them over to your house
Where I’m broken
Down by the people if they let you breathe
Don’t give a damn if you
Still can’t see still my heart beats for you

Have become all I lost
And all I hoped for
But I must carry on
Always one never broken

Run to the lobby where I saw you try
Don’t give a damn for your reasons why
Why I’m broken
Down in the valley where the church bells cry
I’ll lead them over to your eyes
I am one
I am one

Break a story of slonge
Peace and love in a future
Bright sacrifice came around
Never broken

Down by the people if they let you breathe
Don’t give a damn if you still can’t see
Travlin’ street that I did not know
Wheels like tong to the winter lope
Down in the valley where the church bells cry
I’ll lead them over to your eyes
I am one
I am one

Songwriters
Kennedy, Jake / Hunt, Crispin

more on Jake Bugg

iced purple cream and oranges and tea from China no sun

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Its OK……. I was just playing ‘Suzanne’ by Leonard Cohen while looking through the sun setting  photos I had  been snapping earlier. The song  said something about…’oranges and tea from China’… so  I  thought I would add  the  words iced purple cream to this one! Gill McGrath© press for the song