The Road Goes Ever On

David Hockney

Pear Blossom Highway

The Road Goes Ever On

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then? I cannot say.

~ J. R. R. Tolkein ~

Sweet Sweet Suburbia

David Hockney

Lawn Being Sprinkled

Sweet Sweet Suburbia

No matter what the cost,

You'll pay the price,

To live in a place that raises eyebrows,

Especially with friends at the pottery club.

The leisurely housewife arranges flowers,

And makes macramé pot hangers,

Her husband tinkers with the company car,

After tinkering with the company secretary.

Even in their garden they add that little touch.

The rabbit has a quaint, half-timbered, Tudor hutch.

The Pekingese has a cute mink collar, to collar the fleas.

And the birds wear miniature shower caps to use in their sunken bath.

You're so proud of your liking for ethnic food.

Chinese, Italian, French - maybe the odd curry.

But if Mr. Singh moved in next door.

You'd be moving house in a hurry.

~ Eddie Armchair ~