Today we have visited The Hepworth in Wakefield. We love going to modern art galleries. However we still look at some of the exhibits with a bemused look. Art
A stack of arbitrary bricks
A messy unmade bed
Designless splashes of paint
Wood randomly sculpted
Stone fashioned indiscriminately
What makes this art?
A vision,an impression, a fashion or imitation
Affection, reflection, inspiration, or appreciation
Polarisation, rejection, indignation and condemnation
Art is art if it creates a reaction.
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I am not very good at reading a newspaper, so I thought I would write a poem to summarise today’s news captured in The Mail on Sunday. I thought it might help me be more engaged. And here’s the news... Vests stitched on by a bride who’s a Jihadi Shock horror Stacey Dooley Waltzes off with Kevin from Grimsby Boy mauled to death by a vicious bull dog Joey Barton once again acts like a thug Eco warriors planning a London Rampage Jude Law showing Y-fronts can’t be worn at any age Fleabag fashion’s all the rage Subo’s back on Saturday night TV A comeback appearance on BGT Homeowners confused which bin to put out Cocaine taking sailors up the spout Men with beards are dirtier than dogs The West End battle of 80s pop gods I’ll quit before I find the next bit As it might be another tedious article ‘bout Brexit So that’s your titbits for today From articles in The Mail on Sunday.
We were having a discussion today about why people are so obese today. I don’t know whether my memory is playing tricks but when I was a kid things like takeaways seemed too expensive. (That was when you could find one!) It feels like all the foods bad for us are now cheap and all the good stuff too expensive. The opposite of what it was when I was a lad! The Shitty Foods Were Too ExpensiveWhen I was a lad We couldn’t affordTo be fatExcept that is for my dad All the shitty food Was far too expensive Everything eatenSeemed to be stewed A simple take away Was a packed lunchNo Burger King or Krispy KremeTempting us as there is today We had bangers and mashBeans on toast Occasionally a Sunday roastA lovely comforting corned beef hash As a treat we had a Vesta CurryOr a bowl of Angel DelightSometimes a lovely trifleOnly when we had enough money My mum made sure We ate our greensCabbages sprouts Nothing exotic nothing obscure We couldn’t afford to be fatWe simply ate What we were given And that …