Reading:
Tilting at Windmills For N. K. When I look back at my attempts to set a mission For my students of design: to think about their decision To use their only life on earth as a hired hands, Paid to generate consumer spend to no good end, Tilting at windmills is how I have to think of them. And yet it was one of my sculptor friends Who took to Don Quixote as a major theme. His exploits in the world of art may now be seen In a small paese he’s made very much his own. Outside the church there stands his ‘Good Samaritan’ Other major works are set up in the square; His studio in its ancient fattoria on the walls of the town, Testament to a lifetime spent in guerrilla warfare On Establishment historians of painting and of sculpture. His many works in Casole Will rate a spot in tourist guides one day: ‘Do look in if you’re passing near, You’ll find his presence everywhere. An Englishman abroad who made his mark there And gave a humble village an appetite for culture.’ My lifetime legacy of heroics is more various. This one is poetry Laid out between the covers of a book. It’s easy to overlook. But if you want to read it, you can do so wherever you like And you won’t need to travel to Tuscany!
Peter Lloyd Jones 