The Winslow Man
Curiosity as I saw this man sweeping leaves
Ivy clad walls on red clay bricks
His life lines etched his weathered face
Hair white gold skin leathery
Calmness with speech from up north
Not Winslow born yet local in this rural vale
I never asked his name nor he mine
Two strangers past in conversation
Yet I stole that time he unaware
A twin now made for you to share
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(things that fall down)
or
(things that are sweet)
who knows??
it’s not black & white
there’s always
that gray area
or
that grey
area
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People will wrap
A big gold frame
Around
Just about any
Sort of mess.
They will hang it
On display
For others to gaze upon
And admire.
Hang it crooked
Cock-eyed
Sometimes they even
Hang it upside down
And call it art.
Very well…
Who am I to judge?
Who are we,
And who do we think
We are?
It all comes back to us now
Doesn’t it?
Art, is in the eye
Of the beholder.
Like throwing salt
Over one’s shoulder
A little luck,
A pen, a brush,
Some clay, or paint
Or mush,
Who cares what ‘they’
May say
Hang a gold frame around it
And
Display!
Photo by Mitch ‘Lordy’ Hicks – U.K.
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the beast waits
steadfastly
in the
shadows
hiding
from the
lime light
clawing flesh
branding it’s incision
in bloody tracks
upon your face
seeking
solace & lust
cementing
rapture & rust
as he moves on
to
the next
vulnerable moment
when no one
is looking
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Wall Art by Banksy - U.K.
Who is really looking at who
Is she spellbound with admiration or disgust
What is Bansky trying to tell her
Am I intruding in a moment of indulgence
Can an image talk without words
The three of us will never be together again
Not a sound has taken place
Eyes never see more than one vision
There is no touch or conversation
Cyberworld now controls our invisible actions
Maybe Banksy is showing us the death of the world we once new
Only the legacy off the wall will crumble last in virtual heterodoxy
Pic & Poem by Mitch Hicks – U.K.
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“The time of getting fame for your name on its own is over. Artwork that is only about wanting to be famous will never make you famous. Any fame is a by-product of making something that means something. You don’t go to a restaurant and order a meal because you want to have a shit.”
U.K.
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