Street-artist In The Sun

Street artist In The Sun short poem

Uploaded by Andrew Darlington

As you pass me by,
feed me euros,
buy my art…

he sits
he sits by his easel
he sits by his easel in ridged dreads & facial piercings
he sits by his easel in the Piazza Della Signoria
he sits in Florence’s city of 1,000-year’s art,
he sits and applies raw sienna smears
over rufous blooms & pale saffrons
sticky with ripe & rotten colours
in tides of bottomless green wash,
he sprays in crushed ochre stipples,
crimson lakes seep into his canvas
below burnt umber skies,
as tourists pass him by
towards the Uffizi &
Cappella Medicee…

buy my paintings
feed me your euros,
the dead don’t need them,
but tonight,
I must eat…

(tuscany, May 2008)

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By way of introduction, I’ve had masses of material published in all manner of strange and obscure places, magazines, websites, anthologies and books. I’ve also worked as a Stand-Up Poet on the ‘Alternative Cabaret Circuit’, and I’ve interviewed very many people from the worlds of Literature, SF-Fantasy, Art and Rock-Music for a variety of publications (a selection of my favourite interviews collected into the recent ‘Headpress’ book ‘I WAS ELVIS PRESLEY’S BASTARD LOVE-CHILD’). My latest book is ‘DON'T CALL ME NIGGER, WHITEY: SLY STONE & BLACK POWER’. I look forward to your feedback...ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE IS NO MATCH FOR NATURAL STUPIDITY!!! Check out my website ‘EIGHT MILES HIGHER’ – ‘The Blogspot for People Who Don’t Like Blogspots’ – latest postings include ‘Music From Sheffield: The Box’ interviews/history, Kurt Vonnegut 1983 interview, full Bill Nelson interview-live/album review-discog retrospective with rare archive art, ‘The Lost Worlds Of Arthur Conan Doyle: His SF, Fantasy & Horror’, Neil Sedaka Live, Elvis: My Visit To Graceland & Sun Studios with photos, ‘Rogue Moon’ by Algis Budrys – history & analysis, Cassandra Complex 1988 interview, and more… monthly updates at http://andrewdarlington.blogspot.com
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