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- Where do you live and work
- I live in Wiltshire (England) and I have retired from gainful employment to a comfortable existence amid the rolling countryside, not far from Stonehenge. My greatest joy is my extended family, friends and, of course, my painting and poems.
- Do you have your own website?
- http://www.georgedudley.co.uk
- What is your artistic style
- Pretty much anything that grabs my interest and is challenging, which currently is working in watercolour. Watercolour for me is a real challenge but what a beautiful medium it is.
I also write poems and a sample selection can be found below in 'My Blog', although important structural formats can only be viewed when one clicks the underlined title or likewise on the 'Continue' option below the sample text. For my entire portfolio of poems please access the 'Poems' page on my website.
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'The wear of life' - a Poem
Wrinkled, creased and frayed around the edges.
Stains a map of lived-in lands.
Threadbare broken pledges.
Yes, I put it on again today,
I have no other life to wear.
Its been quite snug and fits me rather well
Despite the signs of wear-and-tear.
I'd like to get another one
That shows I'd taken better care.
The odds on this, I know, are slim,
Maybe I can hire one, but from where?
Reflecting now, its time
To put it on with pride.
My life, no worse than others… Continue
Posted on November 11, 2008 at 11:00pm —
'Blackout' - a Poem
A single source of fighting light
dimly lit my entrance
to this great stage
of fools
my cry, as Lear
or genesis?
unknown.
Act 2.
The sound effects of war
beyond the sash-cords
blackout backdrops dull the sound
but not the fear.
New mother's joy
her eyes in prayer.
Act 3.
Droning death of reason
humanity in season
full swing the hope and glory
land with God and Right
within its hand.
Defenders of the free.
Act 4.
Madness meaningless
a script in black
on black.
The cues, the siren… Continue
Posted on November 11, 2008 at 10:30pm —
'God's face' - a Poem
shall I stop?
shall I turn homeward with my guilt
burning fiercer than my fear?
Drive on.
Again, its that Sunday
again to see my unforgiving self
reflected in that stranger's eyes
eyes that stare as new babies'
at the face of God.
Drive on.
Semi-circled holding pens
hollow husks of once full lives
transformed by drying dying brains
transported to who knows where.
Move on.
She looks through me to God
she looks at him but 'why?' her eyes ask me
I put her here, th… Continue
Posted on November 11, 2008 at 10:30pm —
'From easel to wall' - a Poem
At me as I do stare at you; your glare.
You challenge me to do my worst, or best.
Must brush the white from virgin rest.
Perhaps a break then come back when I'm sure,
Or think the basic layout through some more?
Its make or break, this preparation thing.
Crucial when one wants the work to sing.
Painting has its highs, its lows.
A stream and then no current flows.
A soaring bird against the blue.
Then fog obscuring any view.
At last the li… Continue
Posted on November 11, 2008 at 10:30pm —
'Time' - a Poem
Not only me, the wife.
The mirror tells me every bit
The kids have kids now, can't you quit?
Excuse me if I seem so glum.
My bum has now become my tum.
Waist and chest now reach each armpit,
My belly button now a vast pit.
Well can't you see, its ABC,
You've got it in for me.
As for everything that's lower
I get more buzz now from the mower.
The wife and I, we have despairs,
In unison we sleep in chairs.
Snoring now, its quite a hobby.
Nice chats in the doctor's… Continue
Posted on November 11, 2008 at 10:30pm —
'Old friend' - a Poem
my rusted friend forlorn forgot
red ochre darkened by the rain
where once shone silver sun.
Sad he lies in weed
a steed I once rode wild
we laughed upon the wind
when life was young; and I.
My rust, my weed in other forms
much the same he and I
we sped, we thread our course
now our motion stilled.
Goodbye old friend.
Posted on November 11, 2008 at 10:30pm —
'Do you remember' - a Poem
winter when it snowed
the whitest white,
muffled sounds,
snowball fights and
slippy slides,
roof's white thatch and
icicles of glass,
melting snowmen in the park,
socks in wellies,
toes of ice,
coal fires that
flickered on the wall,
hot chestnuts
in the grate,
toasting forks and
uncut bread
overcoats on beds
on Christmas night?
If you remember most of these
you're lucky, as am I.
Posted on November 11, 2008 at 10:00pm —
'Andy' - a Poem
its centrepiece a 40 watt bulb
on a stick.
Dog, bird, Auntie May, Africa
once more the crack artwork
preludes Andy's day.
At least the bars have gone.
Faded blooms share the room.
57 once vivid, on its walls.
skulking, skirted sink display,
a plated structure glued
with remnant food.
Andy scans the morning grey.
Matches out to in.
Methadone mornings hang heavy;
motivation is an Everest.
52 steps down to the world
where Andy hits the noise
of other people's liv… Continue
Posted on November 11, 2008 at 7:00pm —
Comment Wall (4 comments)
- At 5:54pm on February 5, 2009,
Roger W Povey said… - Hi George, like the new work you've put on your page.
- At 2:03pm on December 18, 2008,
Roger W Povey said…
- Hi George, love the poems. Roger
- At 1:54pm on November 23, 2008,
Dave Whippman said… - George,
I tried to join the poets' corner group but the site seems to be refusing me for some reason. Re your query about publishing: it's easier now than ever to find magazines, due to the internet. Just find a writers' website (Writers' Gazette is a good one: just put it into your search engine) and you can go to a list of magazines that consider poems for publication. Most now will take submissions by e mail; though some insist on hard copy. The etiquette is to submit poems in batches of about 3 to 5 (some mags are more specific about what they want). Response time varies, but it's generally faster than before since the coming of the internet.
Most poetry mags don't pay for work though a few do. What you have to avoid at all costs is vanity publishing, where YOU pay THEM! Stay clear if anybody asks you for money, that's the golden rule.
If you can, take a quick look at other stuff the magazine has published. That will give you some idea of how much chance your workhas with them; it may just not be the right style for them.
I've had quite a few poems in various magazines (online and hard copy) over the years, as well as tons of rejection letters!
As\regards individual magazines: Iota is always worth a shot. And various Artists. The editors of those mags are very fair minded: there's no "Old Pals' Act" with them.
But your main place to look is on the writers' sites as I said.
Hope this is of some help.
- At 7:02pm on November 13, 2008,
Roger W Povey said…
- Hi George, the blog layout is a fixed formula and I don't think it can be extended, but I will look into it. I think viewers will realise to click continue. I will get back to you when I can. Roger
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