Sunday, January 11, 2009

Illustration Friday: Contained



The Caretaker

What use are you to us
When you make yourself sick
Wallowing in self pity
Won’t listen to our advice?

Because we’ve spent our money,
You have no excuse
You owe us an explanation
Nothing’s free

You are not living up to our expectations
We have given you what we deemed necessary
You have been judged to be in arrears

Now you need to return to
Your previous role!

9 comments:

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

I'm not sure what the poem is about--very interesting but disturbing! (/) Cool.

The art piece is FABULOUS!

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

I like your new icon photo.

carla said...

Very powerful visual and verbal imagery!

Klick-Kat said...

The Caretaker has come to collect a bad debt.

'I failed to see all the strings hanging down like mafioso spaghetti.'

'You've left us no choice but to take the care away. It's time to pay the vig.'

Bron Smith said...

I love your arresting images and your powerful colors.

bluerose said...

You know, now that I look at it again, I think the title to the poem is misleading. The caretaker is not the one collecting the debt, but the one who owes. The collectors are the ones that want the caretaker to go back to taking care of things. I thought it was fitting for "contained", because it's about the roles we find ourselves confined to. I can see why you had a hard time figuring out what the poem was about, Mary.

Thank you Paul, for helping me to see this.

Thanks to you both for your wonderful comments. :]

bluerose said...

Many thanks to Carla and Bron for your wonderful comments, too. :]

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Where are you?

Are you OK?

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

How are you? :-D

I hope you are well, or as well as possible.