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Growling like a wolf
This leaf fell
Onto hard paving
Slabs of grey
Worn and cracked
Struggling to rise again
In a swirling breeze
Like an ice skater
Or a ballet dancer,
Pirouetting
In tight circles
Plummeting suddenly
Down and dead.
So many of us throw our voices out into the ‘blogosphere’, saying things we hope others will hear. But dies anyone really listen? Like a TV or radio signal escaping into space, are out missives actually picked up by anyone? The sounds might bounce off local planets and jiggle their atmospheres a bit, but after that… Our voices are lost in the dark, out beyond Pluto and the Oort cloud. Or trapped in a thin layer of atmosphere closer to us, bouncing off a personal ‘heavyside’ layer, trapped and echoing until the waves of speech are frittered and frayed away.
WordPress, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, what are they for? Free speech or an echo chamber to stop us thinking? You decide. I am undecided.
The repetition of other people’s words or sounds is echolalia. When the toddler you babysit repeats everything you say, over and over again, you can call it “annoying,” or you can call it echolalia..
I looked this up because a friend would keep repeating what I said, what I said. I did not know why, know why…..
Apparently it’s something to do with psychiatric disorders or autism. I would not say my friend suffered from either of these. Perhaps it was a habit? I don’t know. It was incredibly annoying until I realised it was normal for my friend and learned to accept it.
I’m writing an essay about illustration but I keep going off at a tangent. I have to talk about how signs and signifiers, icons and symbols affect the images. But I’m very interested in the causes of homelessness and that keeps creeping into the essay. I even quoted a poem by a poet called Seamus Fox, called ‘No Homeless here’. I had to take it out. I’ve also trawled through numerous books to try and explain semiotics and I’m really struggling. What do I do? I just keep pushing and trying. Sometimes digressing… Hard work.
Just found this old drawing, I was playing with words. There is a comedy sketch by a duo in the 1970’s. It’s a bit like Monty Pythons dead parrot sketch in that it is a classic British comedy sketch. This one was by the Two Ronnie’s (Ronnie Barker and Ronnie Corbett). In it one of them goes into a shop and asks for various objects and the other one brings things out that sound the same but are different. Hence the ‘four candles /fork handles joke.
Anyway that’s what the writing on this is about. I think I was trying to mimic graffiti.
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My collection of this stencil has increased today. I seem to be seeing it all over the place. I like it, makes me think about the creativity of the city. Yes we should have dreams, maybe small city dreams, little city daydreams, tiny city ambitions? I can think of lots of three word versions of the phrase….
I keep seeing this stencil around our city. I think it’s a work by a local artist called ‘stokesy’? Whoever it is they are emulating Banksy.
I like these, it feels like they care about the city. There is a neatness and confidence about them. They are representative of the creative spirit of the city of the Potteries. The home of Clarice Cliff and Suzie Cooper, Emma Bridgewater, Wedgewood, and all the potteries and makers in the area. I ❤️ this city, I ♥️ Stoke-on-Trent.
Todays #bandofsketchersprompt was signage, and as I was walking home after a long, wet, cold walk I decided to take a photo with my very soggy camera, of the view. Since my college course has me doing observational images every day this fit the bill for both prompts.
Felt pens for the signs, a bit of underdrawing with a felt pen thats running out, and watercolours to give it a “wet” feel.
I’ve been watching TV with subtitled recently because my hubby is increasingly hard of hearing. But when the subtitles are being done in real time there can be some very strange results.
When nature programmes like Winter watch is on for instance, a ‘Willow Grove’ becomes a ‘Willow Grope’ , or on the news ‘set a new trend’ becomes ‘said a newt rend’! The subtitler sometimes retypes the words to clarify, but sometimes they are real howlers. I wish I could remember the best, but they flit by so quickly. Still it’s fun to watch out for them..
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Somewhere in 2011 I drew and wrote this. I don’t know if it’s a poem or a lot of B!
It feels like a puzzle, trying to make as many B words as possible.
I also found a sketchbook with drawings from when my friend moved up to Yorkshire. I will post them separately…
Mallaband-Brown