Sketch for tomorrow painting.
Oni in the desert
Limited edition of five prints here
After Ethel & Ernest, page 10 (Generation rent: Generation trapped)
A re-contextualising of a page found in the Raymond Briggs book ‘Ethel & Ernest’. I read this book one evening last week and, amongst other things, it documents the birth of the welfare state. Now that welfare state is being pushed back, first by New Labour and now, more aggressively, by the Conservatives (Liberal Democrat Coalition agreement).
We are the ‘trapped in shared housing generation’. Rents are not being capped, landlords and estate agents are out of control and go unregulated. Something needs to be done, it’s impossible to get on with “life” whilst living in this country (UK).
Original painting by Raymond Briggs <—— click this link
Info <—— Guardian piece
Info <—— Independent piece
The Poetry Library is one of my favourite places to work.
Info about tonights event.
Here’s a poem I wrote about the library in 2010.
I’m really grateful is exists.
The Poetry Library
The poets sit in a row
Some of us are not poets
Not real poets anyway
We are in our foxholes
It’s always wartime
I’m number eight
Number five looks weary
I can’t help him, I’m on duty
Now the poets prune their roses
We all do it
So much colour! So much light!
It’s what brings us together
It’s what keeps us apart
We sit and stare
We think and dare
A Virgin plane flies overhead
We don’t write about that though
Too obvious, too lame
My day is done and i’m frazzled
My poems are like black snowflakes
My comrades poems are much the same
I’ll be sending some to my enemies
In red envelopes all soiled with mud
The rest are for my lover
I’ll keep those for myself
Now It’s time to go home
And I don’t ask to leave
Daryl Waller, London, 2010