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When I was 19 I was at Art College and there was a model who I fell for. One day I went in to the studio with a piece of paper in my pocket, on it I\u2019d written, \u201cWill you come out to dinner with me?\u201d I didn\u2019t get the courage to give her the paper, so nothing ever happened. A few years later I was talking to a friend about drawing models when his uncle said he had just read a poem about someone who fitted my description drawing a model. I looked at the poem and indeed it was by Caroline, it was about how she felt attracted to me as I drew her. By then of course it was too late, she was happily with someone else Grrrrrrr.<\/p>\n
We never really know the full extent of our effect on others, good or bad. This week a book was delivered to me and in the acknowledgements it thanked me for a couple of my songs. Of course to read that was very touching. It got me thinking about how some of my songs had been directly affected by people I\u2019d \u201cmet\u201d on Facebook. How I often look at the pages of people who follow me, and how their posts feed in to my own creativity. So don\u2019t ever underestimate the effect you\u2019re having on others, you never really know.<\/p>\n
Anyway here\u2019s a link to one of the drawings of the model. Here\u2019s a copy of the Poem\u2026 Some may find it offensive, if so, sorry,\u00a0things weren\u2019t so Politically Correct back in the 80\u2019s.<\/p>\n Naked Bodies<\/strong><\/p>\n The Cripple boy sat, so that from where I was lying<\/p>\n His knee<\/p>\n Seemed to brush<\/p>\n My Breast.<\/p>\n I watched him for an hour,<\/p>\n Holding a stick of charcoal between<\/p>\n His stumps.<\/p>\n His arms ended at the elbow.<\/p>\n On the left stump was<\/p>\n A horrible<\/p>\n Deformed<\/p>\n Forked<\/p>\n Digit.<\/p>\n With a nail.<\/p>\n His body was squat.<\/p>\n He rolled along with a sea gait,<\/p>\n Coming in to the studio.<\/p>\n I felt my nakedness keenly.<\/p>\n Right. Wrong. Perfect. Imperfect.<\/p>\n Watched his fleshy stumps<\/p>\n move over the paper<\/p>\n in the diffuse afternoon light<\/p>\n in the bright studio.<\/p>\n He had a beautiful face, like a young romantic hero.<\/p>\n And his shoulders swooped and curved<\/p>\n Gracefully<\/p>\n As he worked.<\/p>\n His desire pricked<\/p>\n My skin<\/p>\n Like hot sweat.<\/p>\n Pungent.<\/p>\n Urgent.<\/p>\n I felt his breath on my face,<\/p>\n His skin rubbing, exciting mine.<\/p>\n He took me.<\/p>\n With that charcoal, those stumps, And his Italian lover\u2019s eyes,<\/p>\n He stirred<\/p>\n My flesh.<\/p>\n C D<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When I was 19 I was at Art College and there was a model who I fell for. One day I went in to the studio with a piece of paper in my pocket, on it I\u2019d written, \u201cWill you come out to dinner with me?\u201d I didn\u2019t get the courage to give her the…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"cybocfi_hide_featured_image":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1533","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/simonsdiary.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1533","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/simonsdiary.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/simonsdiary.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/simonsdiary.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/simonsdiary.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1533"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/simonsdiary.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1533\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1535,"href":"https:\/\/simonsdiary.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1533\/revisions\/1535"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/simonsdiary.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1533"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/simonsdiary.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1533"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/simonsdiary.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1533"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhttps:\/\/www.facebook.com\/photo.php?fbid=486793491348561&set=a.192443837450196.53836.142125405815373&type=3&theater<\/a>
\nhttp:\/\/www.simonsdiary.co.uk\/art\/caroline.html<\/a>
\nHere\u2019s a link to the book with the poem in, it was called \u201cNo Holds Barred\u201d\u00a0 and the poem about me was on page 85.
\nhttp:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/No-Holds-Barred-Raving-Beauties\/dp\/0704339633\/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1343918888&sr=1-1<\/a>
\nHere\u2019s a link to the book that came through the door this week:http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Gavriel-Navarro\/e\/B008MEQIH0\/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1343692698&sr=1-2-ent&fb_source=message<\/a><\/p>\n