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Saturday, 16 August 2008

Poetry Wednesday,Lament For A Lost Dinner Ticket;


Lament For A Lost Dinner Ticket

  • BY (Margaret Hamilton)
  • This is a poem written in 'Scots', maybe you will understand it and maybe not;  but it will be fun trying. To make it easier I have a video of the poem being spoken, it's much easier to understand the spoken word  than the written word. To compliment the poem I have found some rather nice paintings by a Contemporary Scottish a Artist called Sam Skelton. I think his work sits rather well with this poem so here it is and I hope you like it.


See ma mammy
See ma dinner ticket
A pitituma
Pokit an she pititiny
Washnmachine

See thou burnty
Up wherra firewiz

Ma mammy says Am no tellnyagain
No'y playnit
A jist wen'y eatma
Pokacrisps furma dinner
Nabigwoffldoon

The wummin sed Aver near
Clapsd
Jistur heednur
Wee wellies sticknoot

They sed Wot heppind?
Nme'nma belly
Na bedna hospital
A sed A pititnma
Pokit an she pititny
Washnmachine

They sed Ees thees chaild ebslootly
Non verbal?
A sed MA BUMSAIR
Nwen'y sleep

(as spoken by Adam McNaughtan)

Lament for a Lost Dinner Ticket is by Margaret Hamilton, and can be found in The Kist / A’ Chiste anthology (Learning and Teaching Scotland, 2001).

The Paintings are by Sam Skelton


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Sam Skelton

Information from his web site

http://www.samskelton.co.uk/

 

Born 1949

Scottish

Skelton began his career as a graphic designer, which he studied at Glasgow School of Art. His art teacher at school had greatly encouraged his creativity, and Skelton continued to paint, putting work into a few galleries, until a few years ago demand for his paintings grew so that he could concentrate on it full time.

Skelton grew up in the industrial town of Kirkintilloch, and his memories of going to meet his father after school at the foundry where he worked, and watching the furnace workers, fill his paintings. His subjects are nostalgic evocations of Scotland’s industrial past: working class heroes, boxers, a couple on a park bench, a group of men in dark overcoats, watching a football game played on waste ground.

The stark simplicity of Skelton’s figures, painted on rough hessian, belie a rich heritage. These are the kids playing on the street so familiar from the paintings of Joan Eardley or the photographs of Oscar Marzaroli. The influence of the great industrial naïve painter J.S Lowry is clear. His paintings are suffused with the dark, low light of Scotland in winter, with the factory roof on the horizon line.

Skelton exhibits in Glasgow, London and Dublin, where he has a growing number of collectors