Tree Humour

A gentleman from The Devizes Issue website has well and truly Punned me in response to this photograph…

green light quakers  walk

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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

Secrets from the Museum

The Duke's Vaunt

Boat Race Day

 The Sign-post

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

Fair Game

seeing red...

 

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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

by Gail

Punland

The arrival of Poundland in Devizes is a Big Issue…

Local Witsmith David Young created this photograph which inspired my verse

Punland by David Young

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

Faffing About On Facebook

 

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

Like Jude – a song of ignorance

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