The Folk Singer (for DC) (A4 ink 2012)
Recently, reading Don Paterson’s endlessly inventive 40 Sonnets, I came across his poem, ‘The Six (for John Abercrombie at 70)’, which starts like this:
You still sound like that man in early middle age
whose demolition firm went west and marriage south,
who was looking at his birthday through a fifth of Jack
when all his friends pitched in to buy him a guitar.
Two months it sat in silence. Then one day he found
that he could play whatever came into his head.
And such was his surprise each time he picked it up,
he couldn’t hear himself above the sounds he made…
It reminded me of this drawing, completed three years ago as a birthday gift for one of my dearest friends, someone who can also ‘play whatever came into his head’. The folk singer in the drawing refers to my friend’s early career in the smoke-filled folk clubs of the 1970s, and owes something to the famous photograph of John Sebastian at Woodstock (now used on his Life and Times compilation). As we’re both of that generation, and life has led us both down different paths from our hoped-for careers as Famous Artists, it seemed appropriate.
PS I cannot recommend 40 Sonnets highly enough. ‘Mercies’ is the most moving poem about a dog that you’ll ever read.
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Many thanks, Cid!
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Oh, Michael – how lovely. ‘Mercies’ made me fill up …. xx
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Yes isn’t it lovely? You can imagine how I felt reading that too. Where did you find it? Did you just pop out to Heffers or something?
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Your art evokes so much! For me, I immediately heard Roberta Flack singing “Killing Me Softly.” Love it!
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Splendid – many thanks, Teresa!
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My husband plays guitar and your beautiful drawing reminds me of him and his daily practice. Thank you for the interesting reading suggestions.
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Thank you, Sharon, that’s very kind.
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Chuck?
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Indeed!
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Love the sketch and the way you framed the guitar player. Apropos of nothing, I use the same WordPress theme for my other blog, “Mead on Manhattan”: http://meadonmanhattan.com/ Great minds think…
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Many thanks. It’s a nice, clean theme, isn’t it? I keep thinking I should try something more punchy but it’s perfect for words and images, I think. I’ve read your other blog and really enjoyed it, especially the short vignettes and the post about becoming a criminal in NYC, which was especially moving.
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This is a wonderful illustration, and I love the story behind it. Great post!
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Many thanks, Akire!
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Wonderful story and image! I remember the first time I read “mercies” it brought tears to my eyes as I remembered all the wonderful dogs I have known-
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Many thanks. I’m so glad you’ve read “Mercies” – it just stopped me in my tracks.
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A marvelous drawing.
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Thank you so much, Elena.
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Your mention of poetry here and quinces in the previous post remind me of Wallace Stevens’s poem “Peter Quince at the Clavier”:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/176868
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Beautiful. It’s years since I read any Wallace Stevens. This makes me think I should seek him out again. Thank you for this link, Steve.
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