THE TURNER PRIZE;
A BRIEF SUMMATION
Opaque, transparent, in the dawn
the complex torrents all reborn.
Whilst dulcet seeds are germinating
latent dreams are terminating.
Resolutions by the dozen
thaw the sausages, they’re still frozen
Derivatives long since established,
clues abandoned, never ravished.
All distilled in focused meanings
trumpeting its lifelong leanings.
Natures instincts won’t succumb
to a sausage as blunt as a badgers bum.
Emerging practice replicated,
clouds skylining, soon corrupted.
Life’s performing synergies,
finessed in joyful eulogies.
The Turner clan: contentious, steadfast;
a sausage short of an English breakfast.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For those of you not familiar with it the Turner Prize is a UK competition of modern art hailed by the arty farty brigade but which is laughed at by those not in the 'circle'. Anyway this my mickey take of it accompanied by one of more traditional paintings.
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That is so funny! And, I love the badger line. "We don't need no stinking Turner badgers!" (My paraphrase from UHF an old funny move with Weird Al (1989).)
Great write
Thanks all - a bit of fun but not sure what a Turners Badger is.
wicked rhyme Michael
and that picture you paint a masterwork. Bravo!!!!
I noted Gordon's Gin was a sponsor. Perhaps one needs to drink heavily before reviewing the winner. Goes well with sausage as well. Nicely done.
Thanks Augustus - yes I love a gin - in fact gin and tonic which is very popular here in the UK - is it popular in the States? In fact I think I'll have another one. Ah - ton and ginic - can't beat it but it must be made properly with ice and lemon.
An excellent poem with a beautiful piece of artwork to accompany. Great job!
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