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mmm, lovely
Sunday 30th September 2007 9:35 PM
Les Miserables comments that he likes the 'tea-pot and cups' painting, but wants to know what's happened to the stick-men and willies. Well Les, as you can see, stick-man and his willie are well, and wooing a stick-woman with flapping bits.
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a picture what I painted
Friday 28th September 2007 4:57 PM
The reason the blogs have been fewer and further between recently is because I've been spending a lot of time painting pictures, in preparation for an exhibition at the Peter Pears Gallery in Aldeburgh, Suffolk, which will run from 2nd to 4th of November. This one is of a chrome teapot and some cups. I did it all by myself, although my Mum did help me with the reflections on the teapot, and Mrs Abercrombie, from next door, did one of the cups. I'm hoping to sell it for £650, and if black jacks and fruit salads are still six for a penny, that means I'll be able to buy loads of sweets. It's great being a artist.
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comments three
Thursday 27th September 2007 10:37 PM
Steve comments, perceptively, but rather cockily in my view 'Ha, so you couldn't think of anything to write today, then!'
Even though you say I couldn't think of anything to write, I did actually write something. Thanks to some rather fine Orange Pekoe tea and some irresistible shamanic drumming from my next door neighbour, Mrs Abercrombie, I was able to enter a trance state, where-in I could navigate a route through the terrifying landscape of now. The reason I embarked on that perilous venture was for you, Steve, so that you'd have a blog to read. Yes, you might well look at your shoes.
I agree that it had a sort of 'nothing' quality to it, but if you take it as part of the ongoing, greater blog feast, you can think of it as a palate cleanser, a sort of insubstantial sorbet, that doesn't fill you up or have any nutritional value, but tricks your mouth into thinking it's still feasting.
Lord Archer comments 'the combine harvester of creativity fails to catch the ripe stalks of inspiration', which, let's face it, is the best thing he's ever written. To be Jeffrey with you, Frank, I'd pack in the novels now, and go for an up-dated I Ching, a bit like the Wentz Evans thing, but shallower.
Sophie, quite sphinxily, (I'd like that on a triple word score, although I know there'd be arguments. Certainly Bill Gates doesn't like it), comments 'Today's validation word is …. number… how exact' Well Sophie, today's word is 'solid', and coming after 'exact' and 'number', I think we might have a sacred geometry thing going on here. I'm hoping tomorrows word could be 'pyramid' or 'stone' or some suchlike. According to my webstats, about 20% of Rory blog-watchers only log in to read the validation word. ( I can't give you an exact solid number)
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inky clumps
Monday 24th September 2007 10:13 PM
Welcome to an organic, blank blog of becomingness. As I type, the empty white tundra of the page becomes forested, and 'I' becomes a lonely tree, on the spreading flora (straight from the fridge) of meaning. See how the forest grows!
Now these words are like rabbits, copulating under the comforting, green canopy of a first paragraph, creating other jumping bundles of cute mystery, leaping inexorably towards the dual-carriageway of critical appraisal.
Beware Critics! Just when the 4x4 of your mind thinks it's going to flatten a rabbit, it might run into a tree.
Now the sweet rainfall of inspiration is falling on Blog forest, and old seeds, survivors of ancient conflagrations, are germinating and flowering into trumpets, which are being played in the shade of the glades, by the wind, who looks a bit like Roy Castle, but plays more like Miles Davis.
What a strange landscape I find myself in! Metaphorical rabbits rutting in the sylvan fecundity of a self-created forest of words, while somewhere, in the far off distance, the mute trumpet of life is whispering, 'Roy'.
To be honest, it's a bit scary here and I'm worried about getting lost. It's getting quite dark now, and I think it might be the shadow of indulgence. I can see the end of the page coming up, and my computer has made a break for it, so I think I will as well.
I don't know if you know, but I once went on 'Stars in their Eyes' as Samuel Beckett, and came third.
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alarming frequency
Tuesday 18th September 2007 10:19 PM
Steve comments; 'Is it just me or is 'inter-species erotica' cropping up alarmingly often in this blog?' Well, Steve, I'm not sure what level of frequency constitutes alarming, but it is true to say that I've noticed it as a recurrent theme myself. However, before you rush to judgement, you'd really have to meet Molly the Shetland pony for yourself. As far as I'm concerned it's a matter of appropriateness.
I've often heard certain motor cars referred to as sexy, an Aston Martin for instance, or an e-type Jaguar, and their sinuous, muscled lines are certainly cat-like, and, of course, cats are sexy. (How do you titillate an ocelot? Oscillate its tit a lot.)
However, it's one thing admitting to finding an erotic quality in a motor car or a cat, but it's another thing completely to having sex with them. As far as I'm concerned, having sex with luxury cars, even a sympathy shag with an Austin Maxi, or cats, is inappropriate.
The only time I've been tempted to engage in inter-species erotica, was as a fifteen year old, on holiday in Greece, when I made a few unsuccessful attempts at having sex with fish. I found that every time you tried to mount them, they'd just dart off.
I've got vague memories of an early spring blog, where, excited by a flash of frilly new growth, I may have expressed interest in having sexual relations with one of the potted herbs, at the front of the caravan. However, as Bob Flowerdew once said wisely, on Gardeners Question Time, 'Sex with plants is fraught with issues of consent.'
I don't know if this blog has put your mind at rest, Steve, or that of the R.S.P.C.A's, but it has mine. Sometimes it's good to blog.
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