I send you my poetry
As the Sperm Whale sends her song out into the wide ocean
To listens for echoes, to hope for response
Her staccato clicks can be hunting for sustenance
But they also encode messages and love songs
Poems may sustain you or tell you a truth
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
I’ve been playing with acrylics, rather than my usual watercolours. I paint with a friend, and she is much more comfortable using acrylics.
I posted a long time ago about the beuaty and poetry of many song lyrics. Just appraciate the rhythm and effortless rhyme of the incomparable Billy Braggs ‘Waiting for the Great Leap Forwards’:
It may have been Camelot for Jack and Jacqueline
But on the Che Guevara highway filling up with gasoline
Fidel Castro’s brother spies a rich lady who’s crying
Over luxury’s disappointment
So he walks over and he’s trying
To sympathize with her but he thinks that he should warn her
That the Third World is just around the corner
In the Soviet Union a scientist is blinded
By the resumption of nuclear testing and he is reminded
That Dr. Robert Oppenheimer’s optimism fell
At the first hurdle
In the Cheese Pavilion and the only noise I hear
Is the sound of someone stacking chairs
And mopping up spilt beer
And someone asking questions and basking in the light
Of the fifteen fame filled minutes of the fanzine writer
Mixing pop and politics he asks me what the use is
I offer him embarrassment and my usual excuses
While looking down the corridor
Out to where the van is waiting
I’m looking for the great leap forwards
Jumble sales are organized
And pamphlets have been posted
Even after closing time there’s still parties to be hosted
You can be active with the activists
Or sleep in with the sleepers
While you’re waiting for the great leap forwards
One leap forward, two leaps back
Will politics get me the sack?
Here comes the future and you can’t run from it
If you’ve got a blacklist I want to be on it
It’s a mighty long way down rock ‘n roll
From Top of the Pops to drawing the dole
If no one seems to understand
Start your own revolution and cut out the middleman
In a perfect world we’d all sing in tune
But this is reality so give me some room
So join the struggle while you may
The revolution is just a tee shirt away
Waiting for the great leap forwards
by Billy Bragg
Songwriter: STEPHEN WILLIAM BRAGG
© Universal Music Publishing Group
I remember Pogo-ing and yelling the lyrics at many a Bragg gig…….
Updated lyrics and performance at
Geeting the cold sholder form a Terracota Warrior…..
(I was practising getting some texture into my paintings)
A boat abanadoded in an inlet near Helsinki, sketeched in watercolours on our trip last year:
OK, a bad pun, but a nice bright watercolour painting………..
Something bright and colourful for summer. Not one of my best, but I like the way the reflections work…..
Painted in watercolours.
I’m sharing some more of my paintings……..here is a Highland cow, big and shaggy!
Painted in watercolours.
In Inspiration’s furnace
Poets work and strive
To create a Truth like glass
A window to other.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond