Ode of the Two-faced Monster

Ode of the Two-faced Monster

Hark! Ness perfidiously glides from the new world’s shore
That false gem behind Peter’s counterfeit gates of gold
Traverses for another not so serendipitous rendezvous.
Two-faced audaciously vain painted from top to floor
Selfish and perfidious in abandonment of kith and kin
Deaf to loyalties laments and heart’s tears hidden in mist.
In a place renowned as the old continent’s city of amour
Savouring further a succulent two-faced plan so bold
She connivingly travels to be with her Gallian paramour
Indulging again so blatantly in well planned salacious sin
With plots to lay of envisaged trysts on new world’s shore
Hidden behind convenient frequently bloomed assemblies
Ness glides on preaching of known union’s eternal evermore.

© W. Heron, 2014

"Puttin' on the Ritz" in Vienna - Street Art Stencils

Street Art - Stencils found in Gersthof - 2013

Fred Astaire - Puttin' On The Ritz

YouTube Source - fred l

A Paramount Pictures promotional photo-montage 

 "Puttin' on the Ritz" in ''Blue Skies'' (1946). 

Source: Wikipeadia

"I'm puttin'on my top hat Tyin'up my white tie Brushin'off my tails"

Irving Berlin

Fred Astaire - Top Hat, White Tie and Tails

I have become rather fascinated by the Street Art since living in Europe. In particular the form of Street Art delivered via the medium of stencils, some of which can be found in the area of Gersthof, located in Vienna, where I live. Every time I come across a stencil I haven’t seen or an improved image of one, (or a coal chutes for that matter), I just can’t help snapping them. 

Poor graffiti and Street Art does nothing for me, less than nothing when it defaces a building. Most of the stencil art in Vienna has been neatly applied to boring removable features of buildings, hydrants and telephone or electric junction boxes, that could do with a little uplift and can be easily cleaned. I do suspect the local council’s may not agree, but then again I haven’t witnessed a rush to clean any of them away, in this hyper maintained and very clean city.

In Love With Shakespeare!?! - An experience

" There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world.
Oh, eyes sublime
With tears and laughter for all time"
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, A Vision of Poets 

Miranda Cosgrove - Shakespeare

Well today, 23 April 2014, has been a day filled with a gross amount of hype surrounding that great playwright and poet, William Shakespeare. Why today? If you haven’t already noticed, most scholars guesstimate that his birthdate was 23 April 1564. The basis of this is the fact that most babies of the period were christened within three days of their birth. The parish records from Strafford-upon-Avon have young Will being baptised on 26 April 1564. So “to be, or not to be” this is the date that the venerable Bard’s birthday is celebrated.

Most of us have a love/hate relationship having been first introduced to his plays as school children, forced to study various school selected plays that had to be read and analysed in great detail, causing many of us great amounts of misery. Well the tragedies at least. The comedies are debatable. I have to admit I did enjoy the comedies.

Truth

Truth

Unfaithful spinner of promotional yarns.
Given less than serendipitous chances,
Union secretly in multiplicity is broken.
Superficial perfidious sense of kinsfolk care.
Attractive made unattractively duplicitous.
Truth unbeknown, but a worthless consort.

© W. Heron, 2013

Memory...

Memory...

…long

…pain
…clear

…visual

…driven

…cursed

…hurtful

…explicit

…implicit

…historic

…repetitive

…wrenching

…devastating

…photographic

…unforgettable

…encompassing

…autobiographical

…despairing memory.

© W. Heron, 2014

It’s complicated...

It’s complicated...

It’s complicated…

…only when it is not honestly open.

It’s complicated…

…only when practiced with secret.

It’s complicated…

…only when one seeks to deceive all.

It’s complicated…

…only when it involves more than two.

It’s complicated…

…only when only two really know.

It’s complicated…

…only when public face is false.

It’s complicated…

…only when hiding behind hypocrisy.

It’s complicated…

…only when it involves cheating.

It’s complicated…

…only when one hides the skeleton.

It’s complicated…

…only when breaking loving faith.

It’s complicated…

…only when hidden in false integrity.

It’s complicated…

…only when breaking decades of trust.

It’s complicated…

…only when done behind convenient alibis.

It’s complicated…

…only when talking about the people.

It’s complicated…

…when you realise it about personality.

It’s complicated…

…never when practised in public honesty.

It’s complicated…

…only with lack of honesty and character.

It’s complicated…

… within the person not in the relationship.
© W. Heron, 2014

Perpetual Refuge

Perpetual Refuge

Out of the box

For false assurances of bliss.

Return to the box

Aged infinite secure haven.

© W. Heron, 2014

The Worst Jobs in History - A Review

" O' how full of briers is this working-day world."
William Shakespeare

Horrible Histories - Victorian Work Song

The Worst Jobs in History is a brilliant educative and extremely funny documentary series which takes a look at, as the title indicates, the worst jobs in history. Primarily the jobs not done by history’s top one percent! Two series and a special,  hosted by Tony Robinson who played Baldrick in the “Blackadder” series, were produced in Britain.

The first series, released in 2004, took viewers from the Roman and Anglo-Saxon Briton through to the Victorian age. Tony took on the task of gearing up in the attire of the time, whether male or female, to perform some downright horrible, dangerous, and messy jobs. Tony not only educated viewers, he provided heaps of humour. Some of the jobs in these periods included the chimney sweep, the executioner, the leech collector, the plague burier, the rat-catcher, the leather tanner, and, believe it or not, the sin-eater.

Illicit Flights

Illicit Flights

Shadows lay alike and birds in mirrored flight

Indicate the trysts and meets of illicit delight.

The encounters traversed to a different shore

Occurrences oft repeated come to the fore.

Images reflect that they are in true facsimile

Revealing that truth to be seen so explicitly.

With aspirations aimed for the coming day

Of separate flights to a town on southern bay.

There no oranges or apple blossoms do bloom

Or waves gathering on that new shore to boom.

To the place where there blows no notable wind

Where repeated intrigue pass without rescind. 

Hidden in the calm visage of congenial notability

Are these acts of an individual’s secret duplicity.

© W. Heron, 2014

Carousel

Carousel 

Circle in coloured motion. 

Poetry in worded motion.

Dreams in revolutions.

Revolutions in wheels.

Motion in revolutions.

© W. Heron, 2008