Sunday, 27 November 2011

^..^ purr

it was over 17 year ago 
when we visited Beryl's house:
she worked for the Cat Protection League
and we chose two little abandoned kittens
to take home and love:
Murmur & Momus:

Momus was a ginger tom who sadly died 
mysteriously within a few months:
Murmur was the runt of the litter:
a tiny black cat with a lot to say for herself:
she didn't much like other cats:
but she really loved humans:
even tiny ones:
lazing around her favourite past time:
'talking' and purring:
such a vocal puss:

when we moved to a house on a busy road,
she moved to my brothers home:
he and his girlfriend gave her the 
run of their place:
they affectionately called her 'Madam Ming'

I would ring him up and I could hear
Murmur in the background,
miaowing and purring
'hey me me I'm over here'
dear dear Murmur:
watching the birds from her throne
and murmuring:
loved by us all and always remembered:

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Monday, 7 November 2011

❶ late night tales

on the first thursday of every month
the galleries and museums of
east London open their doors late
for a chance to see some amazing
art, culture and events after hours:

our mystery tour began with
'so the wind won't blow it all away'
a private view at East Gallery:
.... in front of you looking inward 
I'm still ....
by Joanna Burejza
the naked form blurred but still 
like richter and bacon before her:
b.- d. working title 
by maeve berry
a hand portrait can be just
as expressive as the face:
family obscured by sam taylor
discarded film negatives
reclaimed and destroyed 
to create a photograph of abstract warmth:
it was busy in the gallery
so we headed off to eat:
these streets are full of gifts:
around every corner:
you never know what you'll find:
irreducible complexity by andrea hasler:
quick march to the whitechapel gallery
richard of york gave battle in vain
selected from over 13,500 works from the 
Government Art Collection
by the artist Cornelia Parker:
a curious display of colour coded art:
which wall would you gravitate to?
yellow/green ....
odeon by bridget smith
shelf like no.5 by david batchelor
poor thing by gary hume
work no.253:things 2000 by martin creed

the gallery was closing as the clock struck 9
we strolled through the empty market
to find free books for all:
selecting as many as I could carry
we headed home with a heartful of art: