Square wheels

The world is, with growing speed and violence
Going to hell in a square wheeled handcart.
We keep on voting for the same old thing
And wonder why nothing ever changes.

Do you know what would be nice, really nice?
An honest and transparent politics.
A politics which has the people at
It’s heart instead of what we have just now.

But I’m not sure that can even happen
When greed and selfishness comes before all.
“I’m all right jack” politics is the norm.
“There’s no such thing as society”, right?

Drawing.

I’ve been toying with this for a while.

I think creativity is a great form of therapy. My outlets are mainly improv and private poetry (not so private anymore).

I’ve always wanted to learn how to draw. Not for any particular reason. Stories are told through all kinds of medium, words, pictures, music and I wanted another mode to express myself with.

I’m very much at the beginning of this journey. I bought a bunch of arty crafty things over lock down and they have gathered a bit of dust so I’ve gotten them out.

I have a few books on learning to draw but I’m not sure if I should just join a class?

Original image
Pencil sketch (hb)
Coke tin.

So there’s my first efforts 🙂 I’ll update this much like the Poetry.