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April 6, 2013

The jobslist

Filed under: chinks,ideas — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 2:25 pm

jobslistThere is something practical yet sinister about a jobslist. It’s all about control. String-pulling from afar. Whilst I say that it is also true that I won’t do anything if it isn’t written down. This stems from a time where jobs would be fired at me as if from a verbal machine gun. I couldn’t cope. Having finished one job another would appear. It was very dispiriting. A bit like climbing a mountain. You reach one rise only to find there is another ahead of you.

To avoid this scenario I began to insist that the jobs be written down on a list. That way I could gauge the scope of it all and apportion time as appropriate. This worked but I quickly found that having crossed one or two off the list, more jobs would appear. This was no different to the old way when nothing was written down. It was in effect an endless list.

I put a stop to that. No new jobs could be added until every one on the existing list was crossed off. That way a sense of satisfaction could be reached when all the jobs were done. New jobs could go on a new list after a suitable period of recovery. This intermission would also allow me to bask in the glow albeit short that came from completing all the jobs.

So whilst in one sense a jobslist is about one person controlling another it is also a means of control for the person doing the jobs.

no grave but the sea

Filed under: poems — Trefor Davies @ 9:31 am

figurehead small
ear shanty, ritual capstan strain

flag-crack sail hoist rope run

settle fair wind thirst atlantic swell

journey, unknown horizon, hope, doubt, trepidation

lead swinging three sheets

colours nailed yardarm awash

line crossed adrift

sun-scorched deck bleach doldrums

pump weathering tack

Eternal Father foaming deep rock tempest

 

No roses on a sailor’s grave

 

On  a sailor’s grave there are no roses

On a seaman’s grave there bloom no Edelweiss

The only ornaments are the white gulls

And the many tears a girl is weeping

 

translation from a German sea shanty

 

…the sea gods will take their toll – Joseph Conrad

smooth writing

Filed under: poems — Trefor Davies @ 8:48 am

smooth writing, smooth music

experiments in relaxation

spring arrives

ground soaks up heat

coldest of hearts, melted

hands out palms up, eyes closed

The End

Filed under: thoughts — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 6:44 am

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Paused at the window of Reader’s Rest on Steep Hill in Lincoln. A poignant moment. Used to love browsing the shelves of this shop. It sold second hand books and it was a real treat spending some kid free time there. When I first heard it was closing I nipped in and picked up a set of Gibbon’s Decline and Fall for forty quid. Bargain. I had meant to pop back and hoover up some editions of the History of England but now it is too late. Ah well. It was worth a moment of quiet reflection. It had been there for thirty one years. Life moves on…

April 4, 2013

The ten million piece jigsaw

Filed under: ideas,the art gallery — Trefor Davies @ 6:10 am

Imagine this to be a ten million piece jigsaw, the work of a lifetime. You get to the end and find that one piece is missing.You would want to count all the pieces before starting just to avoid that eventuality.

On a further practical note this lawn must be a nightmare to mow.

Photo taken at the caff at Eastham Ferry on Easter Sunday.

April 3, 2013

118

Filed under: the art gallery — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 7:57 am

Historic number though not logical sitting as it does next to seventy six. Question raiser. Shiny brass on a black satin background.

April 2, 2013

tate cafe albert dock

Filed under: thoughts — Tags: , , , , — Trefor Davies @ 7:10 am

Is it true that all they serve at the Tate Cafe at the Albert Dock is potatoes or have I been living in Lincolnshire too long?

April 1, 2013

View of part of Liverpool from the Maritime Museum

Filed under: the art gallery — Trefor Davies @ 8:17 pm

Wonderful view of part of Liverpool from the Maritime Museum. It’s a great blend of the historic and the modern.

Soup and fork

Filed under: fusion,the art gallery — Tags: , , — Trefor Davies @ 7:00 am

Latest in a series of surreal photos not taken by Salvador Dali. A fusion of food and art. click on the photo to find out where we were.

March 31, 2013

Some fish products may contain bones

Filed under: ideas — Trefor Davies @ 10:44 am

Just sayin’…

La Crepe Qui Rit

Filed under: chinks — Trefor Davies @ 10:21 am

Probably the most expensive Crepe Suzette ever. It’s clearly a very posh part of the Albert Dock,  presumably frequented by media stars and Premiership footballers though I didn’t see any there during our visit but there again it was Easter Saturday so they would have either been getting ready for a football match or away at their villa in San Tropez/Antigua/Isle of Wight (delete as appropriate – do people still go to St Tropez – it’s so yesterday dahling). Out of my league.

Either that or the most expensive typo. If so they must surely have wondered why nobody ever orders the Crepe Suzette.

La Crepe Rit, Albert Dock, Liverpool.

Voila.

Sleigh

Filed under: the art gallery,thoughts — Tags: , , , , — Trefor Davies @ 9:38 am

Sleigh’s interest in reworking art historical movements, from the renaissance to the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, is reflected in her explicit paintings of male nudes, which subvert the art historical tradition of a male gaze directed at a naked female body. In addition to her focus on gender, she painted individuals affectionately and honestly, often including normalising details such as body hair. In this way she implicitly critiqued the idealisation of the human body in art, aiming to combat its objectification. Sleigh’s female gaze still has a powerful impact and the formal qualities of her painting seem poignantly contemporary.

Reproduced without permission from the Tate Liverpool. You have to ask yourself whether Sleigh would have written this herself. I may be wrong but she probably “just painted”.

Pommes de terre a la provencal

Filed under: the art gallery,thoughts — Tags: , — Trefor Davies @ 7:00 am

I like a spud: baked spud, chips, pommes Lyonaise, mash, shepherd’s pie, pommes Boulangere, gratin, fried, sauteed, steamed, plain boiled, Jersey Royal, King Edward, Maris Piper, Desiree, Charlotte, Pink Fir Apple, Dauphinoise, roast, crisps, salt and vineegar, plain, ready salted, cheese and onion, beef, roast chicken, jacket, skins, Fondant, Gallette,crushed, Rosti, Parisienne, french fries

March 30, 2013

The drill hall

Filed under: the art gallery — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 8:46 am

There is something dark about the mask on the wall outside the Drill Hall – especially as dusk is approaching and you can see the light through the eye sockets

March 29, 2013

A fleeting moment in history

Filed under: chinks,the art gallery — Trefor Davies @ 7:00 am

A collection of videos, once treasured, now consigned to history. Unwatchable though once unmissable, I found little difficulty in discarding. No wistful last looks back, metaphoric glance over the shoulder. Just cold emotion.

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