‘Go to Uni, son.’ Fathers cry in unison.
‘To provide more photographs for our mantelpieces,’ they further explain.
Then it’s down to each son’s academic brain,
To study; to earn future pictures of themselves wearing mortarboards and gowns,
The frightening prospect of their failure causes paternal frowns.
The dads’ fads, long forgotten, fed their youthful desires, but now—
The slips of girls they made love to are miserable cows.
So they invest their remaining ambition in their genetic tradition,
So they can fill the gaps on their mantelpieces.
Free association styled prose from Julian Cloran, visual artist, writer, poet and agent provocateur. Random musings, which are sometimes cynical, but always intended for amusement, stimulation and entertainment. Comments are welcomed so don't be shy. Simply click on 'comments' to post yours.
That's brilliant.
ReplyDeleteLove it!
I'm really enjoying your recent work.
From my point of view it all seems particularly good.
Keep sending!
cheers,
Jamie
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