Art School

I went to art school
partly to annoy my father
partly because I could think
of nothing else 
but mostly because I wanted to
to blacken my hands with charcoal
wrestle the blank canvas
really get down to it
become painterly

I went to art school 
and was taught
by a bitter man
who demanded silence
and was mockingly cruel
who seemed to believe 
that his German army helmet
and fuming roll ups
lent him edge and interest

l went to art school 
and had the art sneered 
right out of me

Published by colinhopkirk

Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.

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  1. This sounds real, Colin. It happened to my son. It’s a poem I could certainly use for the website. Thanks ::Peter

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