JARS

JARS, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

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Collage and paints on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 15 cm Width: 8 cm Depth: 2 cm.
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MARSHMALLOWS

MARSHMALLOWS, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

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Acrylic paints and collage on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 10 cm Width: 21 cm Depth: 2cm. The 'B' side of 'Boots'.
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BOOTS

BOOTS, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

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Acrylic paints and collage on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 10 cm Width: 21 cm Depth: 2cm.
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TOE TRIANGLE

TOE TRIANGLE, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

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Acrylic paints and collage on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 10 cm Width: 21 cm Depth: 2cm.
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POLLOCK'S THIMBLE REVERSED

POLLOCK'S THIMBLE REVERSED, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

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The 'B' side of Jackson Pollock's thimble. Collage and acrylic paints on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 11 cm Width: 16 cm Depth: 2 cm.
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JACKSON POLLOCK'S THIMBLE

JACKSON POLLOCK'S THIMBLE, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

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Acrylics, PVA medium and collage on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 11 cm Width: 16 cm Depth: 2 cm.

For my whimsical look at contemporary North American life, please follow this link: narolc.blogspot.com/2011/07/us-of-eh.html

US of Eh?

Larry had known a Harry Zoner, from Arizona, unless this was Larry’s misnomer.

Miss Lay, the prostitute with a tray, served up sex on a plate.

Miss Hap was too clumsy to grant sexual favours and usually too late…

Larry, in a room with mates, ruminates,

Chews the cud with cowboys, now toys with stewing some mud.

Hud the stud was hung like a horse; he was an indolent drunk, ill mannered and coarse.

Cody Walton had joined the police force,

He looked swollen in his uniform but thought he looked swell.

Folk went to Doc Moses when they felt unwell—a quack who prescribed the wrong drugs all the time because he couldn’t spell.

Larry’s first wife, Wanda, had been a conjurer’s assistant,

In a leotard and black tights, she flounced about on stage,

She thrilled Larry with her cleavage, her Southern accent and her age.

She died a year after their wedding of a pickled onion overdose,

Which Larry found tragic and gross.

Next, he married the daughter of an Amish porter,

On the condition that he taught her everything he knew.

Despite how little he subsequently imparted their love soon grew,

Until, one night, she eloped with Morrie Schindler—the amorous Jew.

A bachelor ever since, Larry tries to convince his peers that he doesn’t consort with queers,

After a rumour that started with Larry’s look-alike in a gay bar drinking too many beers,

Spotted by a nosey parker neighbour who frequently—it appears—is a shit stirrer.

Yukio Itsopushi, the Jap who made his cash from crap, beats Larry at backgammon and simple games like snap.

When they meet at the local residents’ club, Yukio seems sarky offering Larry saki, but Larry doesn’t mind.

After all, Yukio being the fatter of the two, Larry can afford to be kind,

Congratulating the overweight Oriental on the pile he’s made out of manure.

Judge Maloney was long retired, but everyone called him Judge,

It was a cosy habit from which they would not budge.

‘Maloney’s Baloney’ was an ill-judged effort by the judge to run a delicatessen,

His poor judgement meant poor Judge.

Folk thought him a fool, but Larry refused to budge,

Anyone can make a mistake—that was his verdict, though maybe he should have given it a trial run.

It was immaterial when Judge killed himself while cleaning his favourite gun.

Larry insisted it was an accident when confronted by Mahoney’s son,

But, later, would hide in his shed to confide—with an odd pride—the widespread belief that it was suicide.

At sixty-three, with an arthritic knee and lumbago, Larry suffers from a coronary.

So we’ll say goodbye to Larry.

LEAVES AND ARTERIES

LEAVES AND ARTERIES, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

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Acrylic painting incorporating collage on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 8.5 cm Width: 15 cm Depth: 2 cm.
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WHEN I SPEAK FREELY…

When I speak my mind I generally find my reception is far from kind.

Even from those people who profess to be the most open to ‘light’,

Are those also with whom I most often fight.

They recoil from my words and what they represent,

My freedom of speech they then try—for the future—to prevent,

In case, I suppose, their pride will dent.

I’ve been harassed by hypocrites,

Ostracised by ostriches,

Upbraided by upstarts,

Castigated by cretins,

Banned by bigots,

Goaded by the gormless,

Ignored by the ignorant.

These hypocrites, these self-proclaimed seekers of truth,

Ignoring their own advice when faced by truth that isn’t nice,

Scurry away from their discomfort, resembling disturbed lice.

They hide behind clichés that they’re too blind to see,

They’re hiding from everything—including me!

The narrowly open-minded, self-delusional and blinded,

Individuals who form groups in which they cower in troops,

Pay lip service to values they don’t truly value,

They treat recycled creeds like scoops unconsciously—like dupes.

Terrified of leaving their comfort zones,

Their middle-class moans are about politically correct distractions,

From their materialist existences and their obsession with what each other owns.

While frantically worrying about repaying their loans,

They pathetically ponder over Buddhist koans,

The received wisdom appealing to the cowardly crowd,

Exposes their every double standard.

Their amplified fears are disguised yet loud,

Echoed and mirrored by the company they use as a shroud.

Company being an ephemeral denial of loneliness,

That ultimately engulfs everyone nevertheless.

Who does a gang of fools impress?

Can they not see how much they depress?

Their collective ignorance is blatant and grim,

I struggle to believe they can be so dim.

Preaching the ideals they’ve inherited and learned,

Then repetitively paraphrased and then returned,

To its source—the hollow communities that have earned,

My incredulity, my contempt, how I’ve burned…

With my indignation at their risible posturing.

THE RED SKIRT

THE RED SKIRT, a photo by Narolc on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Acrylic painting incorporating collage on a wooden base. Dimensions: Height: 8.5 cm Width: 15 cm Depth: 2 cm.
www.narolc.blogspot.com