Genuine Fakes Going Dirt Cheap

Genuine Fakes Going Dirt Cheap

 

Look at how those

trees

slope at an angle

all the way down

to the side

of that lake over

   there ..

 

  Jeez you guys ..

don’t you think

they look just like

some of

T.S Lowries, just

look at

   

those skyscrapers ..

Each stroke

of his brush leaves

behind,

  

that guys a genius ..

Who else

could make whole

run of the mill,

street scenes come

   alive like that ..

Each stick man, dog,

cat woman or child

is a little

masterpiece in its

   own right ..

Yesterday he was

knocking out

huge self-portraits

by Van Goch

and some other guy

   from Paris ..

Tomorrow it maybe

Turner’s

turn, who knows,

or a little

   

Rembrandt perhaps ..

He must

surely make a small

fortune

each day selling

genuine

fakes like that to all

these filthy rich

 

  tourists hereabouts ..

 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Second read of this poem today and I could picture the scenario clearly. This time I found both humour and pathos there. This time I saw a street painter desperately trying to earn a crust while rich tourists looked on. Your work often has to be read several times Neville, to appreciate varying interpretations.

Chris

[Neville]

It is always such an encouragement when one's endeavours are revisited .. many thanks Chris .. Neville