Graffitti Granny

One twin moved to Leongatha looking for work.

Warning by Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me,
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we have no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausage at a go
or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes

But now we must have clothes that keep us warm
And pay the rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.

Hope by Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers__

That perches in the soul__

And sings the tune without the words__

And never stops__at all__

And sweetest__ in the gale__is heard__

And sore must be the storm__

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm__

I’ve heard it in the chillest land__

And on the strangest Sea__

Yet, never, in Extremity,

It asked a crumb__of Me.

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This is a homage to Kathy Kolwitz and all those mothers who children are lost from life because death has taken them. The parent is left to carry the loss.

Epitaph on a Tyrant by W. H. Auden

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

Voit and daffy at Melbourne University

Voit and Daffy Duck are about to go global. He was left at the Babel building, Melbourne University in February with the poem Heraclitus by William Cory.

“They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead….”

Unfortunately the snails ate the poem so it was replaced with a laminated hard copy of

A Pity of Love by Yeats on 21/3/12. The sculpture was still there with Daffy.

There is an idea that these sculptures are you and I, they are twins where one choses to sleep in the open and one takes the safer option and stay at home.

Which is living a more meaningful life?