Sometimes I look at art and I wonder if it is really ‘art’. If it gets a reaction then I guess it is. When I first spotted this piece in Folkestone, my random thought was, ‘not a sculpture for the accident prone to climb on, especially the skinny ones’. I took a photo then read […]
A BOUQUET FOR A WREATH
Terror lives in a dark alleyway squat He always has, he always will He likes those nights when the moon stays home Those cold black nights when all is still He used to prefer to go incognito On the crowded streets beneath The full-on glare of city lights When trading a bouquet for a […]
WHEN A POEM BECOMES A SONG
I trade both online and offline as Zoolon Hub. I’ve recently added another new product to my business aimed mainly at others in the music industry. However, I thought some of you poets or lyricists out there might (or might not) also be interested in the product – especially so if you are not a […]
ZOOLON & THE MOON
A castle waiting for moonlight According to my father this is a more or less accurate account of a conversation we had when I was 4 years old. “Look George, there’s a new moon tonight” “What happened to the old one, Dad?” Nothing much has changed. THE MOON HAS HAD ITS FILL (maybe, when […]
ZOOLON’S HAIRCUT
(a tidy photo of Cleopatra the Beetle) The day started well. As I left the house on my way to get a haircut I saw that Cleopatra had turned up on the doormat. She didn’t hang around long but agreed to pose for a photograph. Nice one, Cleo. I turned up at my usual barber’s […]
ZOOLON, RONNIE & FRESH PASTA
GAME OF BLOSSOMS ‘Episode 5; Series 3 – ‘Sunflowers Who Forgot to Follow the Sun’ Warning, this episode contains some scenes of cross-pollination’ It was Sunday afternoon, about 3pm. Just an hour before the shops shut. I’d been working all weekend and was starving hungry. I needed fresh pasta badly. The best fresh pasta […]
NOTHING SERIOUS
(a day-flying moth of no fixed abode I took a snap of last Sunday) Recent random thoughts of Zoolon; ‘Neither the light bulb nor The Moon mean a thing to a day-flying moth’ ‘I think it’s unlikely that your average Viking would feel he had to check out TripAdvisor when planning a holiday abroad’. A […]
THE WOUNDING OF BRIAN THE SPARROW
(A photo I took of the grounds of 15th century Sandgate Castle where I had planned to bury Brian if the worst came to the worst) Followers of this blog will know I regularly meet up with my mate Brian the Sparrow who lives with his harem of adoring girl sparrows harbourside. Presently, the Disney […]
ZOOLON & THE SPIDERS
(Entrance to The Church of St Guillotine, Patron Saint of The Headless, Provins, France) It’s been humid and very hot in these parts this week. In my studio, I’ve been boiling alive. Even so, I’ve not been out much. Just working. Whatever, yesterday my dear mother calls out saying she needs to borrow my car […]
A POSTCARD FROM BEFORE
(me having a laugh with my GoPro) I’ve been mucking about with new lyrics/melodies lately. Some are working; some I let fly away back where they came from. For random reasons I’ll probably never figure out, history has been on my mind – perhaps the flavour of French history from last week has stayed with […]