The Auld Bag

The Auld Bag

Eureka

The Auld Bag

You sit here and you tell us
You dare to sit and say
She will not keep still
You tell me that today
She rises up too early
When you want to sleep
She won’t take her happy pill
That gives her deepest sleep
She wants conversation
And to get up dancing too
Which all those other seniors
Would not dare to do
You strap her into bed
To keep her safe you say
But that wily little witch
You cannot make her stay
Hot P and vinegar
No matter
How hard you try
You canna keep her still.

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Manifesto

Manifesto

Eureka

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YOU DON’T SAY!

The Creator’s Manifesto?

Stone tablets? More than two? Is that Fair?

Tell me George … Why would the Creator … After all this time … Issue a Manifesto?

Besides, who will even bother to read the MANIFESTO?

It is not as though it were written in stone … Was it, really?

Equity? What do I mean by equity?
Mafia? What does equity have to do with Mafia? I really don’t quite get that connection.

Oh! That is not what I mean by equity … No George I am not a member of any group called Equity.

No George … They do not represent me. You might say that I am my own woman. I am an independent artist George.
I follow a long long line …

Oh dear oh dear … Is that the tax-man again? Looking for money is s/he? My fodder warned me there would be days like this … Well George my fodder was not joking … He was dead serious … Well not that he was dead mind you but he was serious … Very very serious… Everything was pretty serious those days … Especiall when his business failed because he was charged all these unexpected … Dare I say HIDDEN TAXES? No Fodder was a good man … Not a business-man however. He was an artist. And as well-read as anyone who was neither a lawyer nor a politician.
Well it had to with small print. Maybe artists are not as interested in a lot of idle small print. They prefer the big picture.
My dad? What did he do? Well George that is a long long tale from which there is no return as some might sing it. Yes Fodder did like to sing too and tell stories.
I think Canadian Government hated artists and writers and story-tellers back then too. Yes George, I honestly believe that. I believed it then and I believe it now. Otherwise why would they make artists and writers pay a fee or else stand idly by allowing others to steal their work? Yes I do believe that too, George. Tell me how that is any different from Mafia!

Hmmmm … Then again Is it government? Isn’t it a bit silly to say government hates us? We are government … Or at least one of the things artist might tend to do is keepreminding people that we have rights … Whether we are a very significant part of government is another story.

And come to think of it why does a politician appear to be a more important part of that government than the rest of us, poor artists in particular? Is that really what we want in a democracy?

Grace Too

Grace Too
Beyond the walls
Through the gates
Where silent stand
Keepers of
Saint Lucia

Barbados

Caribbean

Jamaica

Canada

Eureka

Grace Too
No matter how bad it got
No matter how much hurt
No matter how much abuse
As long as she was able
That tiny pearl inside
To hold on to
There was Grace

Somehow somehow somehow
They who once told her
The world is your oyster
Forgot to teach her
Forgot to show her
How life really is
How in the end
When all else failed
There was Grace
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Art Happens

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Grace Too

Eureka

Again?
You again they said …

Fodder

Fodder fodder forgive me fodder
For those wires we could not solder
Said the sinner to the thief
Explain it all but make it brief
I know nought …
For I own nought …
Said the untrained worker-man
Noughty noughty boy
Say the Fodder
Compensation now is due.
Does he say that
Much so late
With nothing left
Upon the plate
Investment lost
From that precious dish
That passed by once
For service rendered
That passed by twice
To secure the loan
And then again a thousand more
Until the blood is dried
With one pound of flesh now fore
And who is fined is who keeps score
When no one reads
Or reports anymore
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Eureka

I wonder whether every artist even has a miserable $35.00 to enter even one competition … Ok George … Ok so I’ll try to be more positive … But you tell me … If it comes down to feeding her child or entering a competition …
What do you think she will do?

Sunday … Again

Sunday … Again

Eureka

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Yes, I know.

Producer

Eureka

Producer

Where is the bloody producer
Off to church you say
For it’s Sunday Bloody Sunday
Well call him back and tell him
That he’ll receive no pay
Unless of course he relents
And agrees to work today

Besides what else is a church
But a place to flirt and tarry
Yes you are right so very right
It wasn’t always so
But now it is I’m sorry

It started out with Sunday best
Then those with more were doubly blest
Now what are we all forced to see
But piercings body art of violence
And lots and lots of breast

But dare not stare
In church or fair
Nor schoolhall
Nor anywhere
Lest you be accused
Of something dire
If you try to resurrect
Or re-light any fires
When oil’s all gone
And woodlot’s bare
As last resort
Then you might dare
Not today nor any day soon
Not unless you can pay
Don’t try to suggest
A more suitable hire
Just not worth it, no not today
That person of talent
Has moved away
As they so often do
His money gone
Her courage gone
Gone since ’72

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