Yesterday evening I attended the opening of a unique Costume Exhibition, curated by Andrew Delaney, at the ‘Untether Gallery’ in Geelong. The transcripts about the show are attached below to help you understand what the “Frankenstein, Life, Death, Life” exhibition was about. In 1825 a play based on Mary Shelley’s infamous novel Frankenstein was staged in the Theatre Royale in Drury Lane. It was banned after only three performances and the costumes stored away …
The images below, are mine and were all taken at the event with the kind permission of Andrew Delaney.
Ryan Stone [https://daysofstone.wordpress.com] introduced me to the poem format Musette back in September 2022, and today, I am reposting my first-ever attempt at writing a Musette.
“Musette” three verses first line – 2 syllables second line – 4 syllables third line – 2 syllables rhyme scheme – a/b/a c/d/c e/f/e the title reflects the poem’s content
Today I completed making two book display easels for my upcoming market bookstalls There happened to be some discarded timber lying on the ground at the building site next door. The tradesmen had finished the job a month ago and these sturdy slats of wood had been left behind.
“Waste not want not” “One man’s rubbish is another man’s treasure” “Opportunity knocks” “Fortune favours the brave”
My handyman’s mind clicked into gear and I drafted a rough sketch of my project I knew the size of the books I wanted to exhibit and I had all the appropriate tools in my shed
Remembering my dad’s trusted catchphrase “Measure twice, cut once” (and with my music playing) My creation, (and a few trial and error mistakes) gradually began to take shape.
Of course, there is nothing like a good coat of paint to cover up the defects and give my masterpiece that final seal of opaque professionalism!
A Silhouette Quote: “The faceless silhouettes seemed to look at each other, as if wishing they could resolve the situation between themselves, without having to trouble their owners.” ― Hernan Diaz, Trust
Statuettes and Silhouettes
Without Indulging in the planet’s regrets Or wearing any showy epaulets Our golden sun peacefully sets
Meanwhile From the shady balconies of the ruler’s minarets
When will our world’s shadowy statuettes Leave the safety of their bassinets And unite our twilight’s Xenophobic silhouettes?
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 