**********************************
I'm a performance
artist - whilst sharpening my
pencils, I draw blood...
**********************************
Talking of performance and artistry (combined with dedication, hard work and sheer bloody-mindedness) - Andy Murray, I salute you. Britain's greatest living athlete. (My friend went into labour at the climax of the final set - and he wasn't even pregnant)
('Even the bluntest of pencils can draw blood': 17 Syllables)
Who doesn't like a 3-liner? (Quite a few of you don't, apparently.) Well, I'll have you know that many a critic has said of my work "at least it's in English" - and as for the great Stephen Fry, he once said of me "Vincent who?" Let's just say I supply the litter to the litterati [sic - but only at times] - ie: I write rubbish. But rubbish mostly inspired by the HAIKU, the 17th Century Japanese verse form consisting of 3 lines and 17 (5-7-5) syllables. (WARNING: flash photography and limericks)
No comments:
Post a Comment