Sex on the Beach? well surely not
not here on Teignmouth Den
haha! the name for that cocktail drink
In Kavos way back when
Midori , Chambord, orange juice,
Amaretto and melon liqueur
Grenadine and vodka shots,
peach schnapps, maraschino and more
Perhaps it's just a brolly joke?
...Let's hold hands in the rain
...No need. I've got a brolly dear
Now don't be such a pain
...What goes up a chimney up
not down a chimney down?
...Not that tatty brolly dear.
Its bits are falling around
How is that a sculpture then…
a brolly in the ground?
No. It's a paper parasol
the sort that can be found
lined up on the bar in nitespots and clubs
on the edges of highball glass
to catch them as they stumble by;
the sad and drunken mass
who party on and party by
and party all night long.
Why shouldn't they enjoy themselves?
This sculpture says it's wrong
Two cocktail sticks for him and her
insist a carnal theme.
Amongst the kiddies' joyful art -
that's somehow out of tune
The pearl necklace is sinister;
it's meaning dark and rude.
If you don't know, your heart won't grieve
its message which is lewd
We've gone forth and multiplied far too much;
filled the earth with men and their poison.
We produce heavy metal and we burn carbon fuel.
Plastic mountains fill up the horizon.
Like Renoir's tangled mass of black
in his busy Paris street;
like the simple lines of a flock of them;
the vision of Magritte;
Susan Plover uses the same idea
to symbolise and present
that nothing lasts; to take more care.
Our planet is transient
a discord mid the harmony
so the wind will howl and roar
and tear this flimsy parasol
until it is no more
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Sunday, 23 August 2015
Thursday, 23 July 2015
Harp, aliens, carp and a... monster? by Monica Lang
Look! That harp plays all by itself
No-one’s there. ssss’ MAGIC Mum
ssss’MAGIC Dad
ssssssssssss
Look at the jellyfish
It’s not a jellyfish
It’s got aliens
inside
Ooh. Glittery fishes
Mirror carp
Colourbright dragons
Don’t forget the bags Mum and Dad
the next time we go to Sainsburys
You can Save the Planet too, Mum
and Dad
That’s what the sculptures are for…
out-with-the-kids but NOT SHOPPING
nor armchairSkytelly
content
They drag at their fags and their kiddie’s new clothes
Come away from those
women in hats!
from their scissors
lump hammers and mess
There’s Wetherspoons
only down there
Come away from the
sculptings and seagulls and sand
Come away from the
Grand Teignmouth Pier
old buckets and worn spades
faded jeans and a picnic basket
chattering smiling laughing stopping
to admire our oh-it’s-a-monster
no it’s a swan
actually.
their children make her more feathers
out of our plastic milkbottles
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