at the church of St. John the Baptist in Devizes this morning…
three lights at the altar
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by Gail
A gentleman from The Devizes Issue website has well and truly Punned me in response to this photograph…
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My response adapts an old English rhyme about ashes and oaks, splashes and soaks and also the phrase
“Mighty oaks from little acorns grow”
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Tree Humour
One joke about ash might be comedy cash
Bash on about oak and leave comedy broke
Tree humour: a) corny but b) each to his own
For the mightiest joke from a seedling is grown
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by Gail


Review published on the Marlborough Open Studios website
http://marlboroughopenstudios.co.uk/blog
Secrets from the Museum
Inspired by a John Piper lithograph of Long Street in Devizes found online, Kate Freeman joined forces with Marlborough Open Studios and Wiltshire Museum to collate this very special little exhibition of hitherto unseen pieces from Wiltshire artists of the past and present. Those of us moved to seek out these delights were able to view the work of Ravilious, Tanner, Piper, Moore, Arnold, Inshaw and others as well as the paintings and etchings of the less well known.
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Some pieces, such as the drawing of Wolf Hall, made no pretence at great art but intrigued as glimpses in to our rural past. A portrait by Thomas Lawrence left no significant impression but information that it had been painted at age 15 shed light on the start of the artist’s journey, and the dark painting of the execution of Rebecca Smith was brought to life with the knowledge that ghouls from miles around flocked to feed on her pain. There were variations on theme of Avebury stones and wind blown barrows, and opportunities to identify lost locations.
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The works were gleaned from the BBC website, an illustrated catalogue and the museum’s archives. David Inshaw had loaned several of his works including the recent ‘Cerne Abbas Giant lll’, a different view of a classic image, haunted by ravens, and Couple Dancing, a moment of spontaneous affection observed by seagulls; light streamed through John Piper’s stained glass window and quirk peeked from his lithographs; there was the Ravilious ‘Boat Race Day’ bowl, from a private collection, which shone with a glint of Grayson Perry; Henry Grant captured a ‘Bustard’, Henry Moore took us ‘Inside the Circle’ and Robin Tanner over ‘The Meadow Stile’.
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For those of us who respond to art instinctively and emotionally rather than with an academic eye it is our immediate response to a work that matters. The curator and I both particularly enjoyed ‘The Duke’s Vaunt’, a pen and watercolour view by John Stone, a little known artist, of an ancient tree in Savernake Forest that at one point could embrace within its trunk twenty school boys and a small musical band; and ‘The Sign-post’, an 1930 etching by a former Art Master at Marlborough College that delicately depicts a lonely crossroads somewhere on the Plain.
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Works from the cabinets will be returned to the archives this week but work on the walls will remain a while. If you blinked you may have missed this, so keep your eyes open for Art, in Wiltshire and beyond, and enjoy the knowledge, inspiration and sheer delight it brings.
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Marlborough Open Studios continues through July.
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by Gail
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Tally ho boys, sound the horn
The fox is on the run
Who let the dogs out
On a killing spree for fun
Tally ho boys, we’re entitled
We few, we happy band
To terrorise your wildlife
As we trample on your land
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From the hedge a wordsmith
Chuckles with defiance
Cropping out the ‘orsie’
From the ‘Countrysidealliance’
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by Gail
The arrival of Poundland in Devizes is a Big Issue…
Local Witsmith David Young created this photograph which inspired my verse
Punland
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Oh Punland has come to Devizes
It’s handy and cheaper than chips
Buy one liners in various sizes
Pay a quid for a handful of quips
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Pop in there and knock off a quick one
The banter is simply top shelf
The punch line – look after your penis
And your pun will look after itself
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by Gail
I’m faffing about on Facebook
Been avoiding it for years
What began as curiosity will
Doubtless end in tears
Hear no speak no see no
Evil learned in conversation
All that knowledge lost in
Two dimensional translation
Like me, share me, follow
All my kittens, quips and poops
See the same old tired threads
Go round and round in loops
Hang out on my home page
Scroll me up and down
Watch my ego on the prowl
Go trolling round the town
Some nights I sit upon my hands
All mischievous and itchy
In order to prevent myself
From posting stuff that’s bitchy
Big Brother sure is watching you
As are the crass and haters
Dark agent provocateurs
And dodgy mass debaters
What price anonymity when
You join the cyber race
Check out your reflection
Mirrored in this interface
Be careful what you wish for
For you may regret you’ve said it
Words that carry on the wind
Can go too far to edit
More human than divine is this
Our need for validation
Best to drink this heady wine
With cautious moderation
Pictures paint a thousand words
In galleries of minions
Words spoken once may be twice shy
Put thought before opinions
Don’t forget the Golden Mean
Steer clear of lie and rumour
And when your birds come home to roost
Accept them with good humour
I’ve been faffing about with Facebook
And I know that I’ll regret it
Nuclear power, for good or ill
… I guess I kind of get it
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by Gail
In Oxford today I wept for my own folly.
Then I dried my eyes and wrote this.
For it is never too late to create.
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As Oxford spires condescend
I am like Hardy’s Jude, obscure
I cannot blame the privileged
Or prettier girls who got it right
Labours of teachers made in vain
Sins of the fathers or the Seventies
I chose my own way wilfully
An education of a different kind
So many bridges have I drowned and yet
I now, like Lennon’s Jude, will take
My song of ignorance so badly writ
And better it
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by Gail