Archive for May, 2012

Spirit of the Sixties

Posted in Poetry on May 27, 2012 by belfastdavid

Many things happened
while I was out the back
having a fag.

You got down on your knees
and gave Tom S. a blow-job.

Alex T. had his first successful
bowel movement for two weeks
and on announcing the fact to everyone
received a generous round of applause.

Jill M. took off her top and bra,
flashed her tits to the whole company.
They had all seen them before.

Two people I had never met
continued quietly shagging
on an armchair in the corner.

The central heating boiler
in the kitchen blew up
and demolished the house.

Do you remember?


Cock Pit Farm Tea Rooms

Posted in Blogging with tags , , on May 17, 2012 by belfastdavid

Some of my paintings are now on display, and for sale, at the Cock Pit Farm Tea Rooms in Weston on the back road between Otley and Ilkley.

I am chuffed to bits.

Hopefully there will be prints available for sale there in the near future.

The Tea Rooms are open Wednesday to Sunday 11:00am to 4:00pm
They serve wonderful coffee and home made cakes to die for.

Call in, have a look, have a coffee.
Tell Sue that David sent you

Paintings from round and about

Posted in iPad painting using Brushes with tags , , , on May 13, 2012 by belfastdavid

Otley Chevin

I was prompted to paint this by my friend Paul who, in response to one of my previous paintings, said he missed his weekly walks up the Chevin.
I guess the landscape in Florida is rather different from the landscape in Yorkshire!

Bolton Abbey

A painting inspired by a poem

Posted in iPad painting using Brushes with tags , , on May 12, 2012 by belfastdavid

La Petite Mort

On the back seat of a car, in a secluded clearing,
with the theme song from ‘Local Hero
playing on the stereo, two people
couple with such intensity
that for a moment the forest falls still;

the woodpecker pauses in his drumming,
wood-nymphs cover their eyes
and their ears with their wings,
and a robin, nearest to the scene,
begins to doubt his own ability.

Meantime, a sparrowhawk,
searching for other prey, looks down in wonder,
wonders if, for those two people,
life will ever be the same again, then swoops
to change the life of a coal tit for ever.