'The modern conservative is engaged in one of man's oldest exercises in moral philosophy; that is, the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness'.
Also; 'Under capitalism, man exploits man'.
John Kenneth Galbraith
We walk the floors
Always hard on the feet
An hour is enough
*
He left school
At thirteen
And can look at a cat
Or a King
Or a Titian
Or a Dali
We look up together
Christ
Of St. John of the cross
Foreshortened
As we are to him
Looking down
And up
##PegsPoyums
We walk the floors
Always hard on the feet
An hour is enough
*
He left school
At thirteen
And can look at a cat
Or a King
Or a Titian
Or a Dali
We look up together
Christ
Of St. John of the cross
Foreshortened
As we are to him
Looking down
And up
##PegsPoyums
Golden memories
A little owl and two bumblebees.
A moment of interaction, held forever on panels of gold.
Golden memories
A little owl and two bumblebees.
A moment of interaction, held forever on panels of gold.
The caillach cut off my hand
Jealous that it touched her son
In ways she could not
I wait, hiding in the woodlands
Tall, surveying my lands
Her spell will fail in time
And we will be united
(Title: Goddess of the woods)
#PegsPoyums
The caillach cut off my hand
Jealous that it touched her son
In ways she could not
I wait, hiding in the woodlands
Tall, surveying my lands
Her spell will fail in time
And we will be united
(Title: Goddess of the woods)
#PegsPoyums
Slim fingers
Set the fine wool threads
Into the wooden heart of the loom
For a man
*
She cleans houses
And is a midwife
She washes
And scrubs
*
But these travels
Take her over the machair
To pick the brightest flowers
And show them in a coffee jar
All the colours of jewels
#PegsPoyums
Slim fingers
Set the fine wool threads
Into the wooden heart of the loom
For a man
*
She cleans houses
And is a midwife
She washes
And scrubs
*
But these travels
Take her over the machair
To pick the brightest flowers
And show them in a coffee jar
All the colours of jewels
#PegsPoyums
www.chloecumming.com/birds
And I have added these three new drawpaintings:
So do have a look! Thanks
Thanks
For coming over
I have this house of stuff
I don't know what is
Important
And what is not
*
Can I hold it all
Against my cheek
Softness
So brittle
Thin shells
Cradled in my hands
One tiny slip
Will shatter them
Thanks
For coming over
I have this house of stuff
I don't know what is
Important
And what is not
*
Can I hold it all
Against my cheek
Softness
So brittle
Thin shells
Cradled in my hands
One tiny slip
Will shatter them
To sort your books
Thrillers
Scottish Interest
Religion
General novels
And many copies
Of the collected works
Of Robert Burns
Well thumbed
Paper edges soft for memories
I sit in your kitchen
Remembering your sister
Painting the fence
#PegsPoyums
To sort your books
Thrillers
Scottish Interest
Religion
General novels
And many copies
Of the collected works
Of Robert Burns
Well thumbed
Paper edges soft for memories
I sit in your kitchen
Remembering your sister
Painting the fence
#PegsPoyums
Look into the gable end
Standing, framing a window
The nissen hut was blown away
Edges spun through air
Long rusted to razors
Cutting the grass
Like the old men scythed
To feed the beasts
##PegsPoyums
Look into the gable end
Standing, framing a window
The nissen hut was blown away
Edges spun through air
Long rusted to razors
Cutting the grass
Like the old men scythed
To feed the beasts
##PegsPoyums
Take That happy in 1991, Take That with pale eyes Robbie, but also
I Think I Draw I Am (after Daniel Johnston) and Gauguin and Van Gogh having a time.
‘February Fill-Dyke in Wigan’ 1976-77.
From the Twelve Months of the Year series. Size 51 x 71cm.
Thanks for getting to the end of my Brigid thread...
Thanks for getting to the end of my Brigid thread...
If I knew
It was
The last clasp
Of your beautiful hands
The last forehead kiss
The last 'see you in a fortnight'
I would have held your hands
And kissed your forehead
One hundred times
While we spoke of Golden Water Horses
##PegsPoyums
If I knew
It was
The last clasp
Of your beautiful hands
The last forehead kiss
The last 'see you in a fortnight'
I would have held your hands
And kissed your forehead
One hundred times
While we spoke of Golden Water Horses
##PegsPoyums
Thanks
For coming over
I have this house of stuff
I don't know what is
Important
And what is not
*
Can I hold it all
Against my cheek
Softness
So brittle
Thin shells
Cradled in my hands
One tiny slip
Will shatter them
#PegsPoyums
Thanks
For coming over
I have this house of stuff
I don't know what is
Important
And what is not
*
Can I hold it all
Against my cheek
Softness
So brittle
Thin shells
Cradled in my hands
One tiny slip
Will shatter them
#PegsPoyums
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