Biography
My favourite subjects at school were Art, Music and PE. I particularly enjoyed playing pirates in the gym. However, we were only allowed to do this at the end of term as a special treat! Like most boys of my generation, I played all kinds of sports at school, including basketball, badminton, cricket and, of course, football. I was also fairly keen on gymnastics and pole vaulting, which we did during athletics in the summer term. These days, I tend to swim and cycle to keep fit. After leaving school, I did an Art Foundation Course at Leicester College of Art and Design. I then applied to study Fine Art at Goldsmiths School of Art in South London. My principal subject at Goldsmiths was sculpture. After graduating from Goldsmiths, I studied print-making at the Camberwell School of Arts and Crafts. I specialised in silk-screen and lithographic print-making. I later studied at The Open University, where my principal subject was computer science. I have, at various times, taught art, ICT and computer science in schools, colleges and adult education institutes. I also ran the Computing Homework site for over a decade. This site was designed to support Computing in secondary schools. Nowadays I divide my time between writing and painting. I live in Lincolnshire in the UK.
Samples
The Parasitic President ================= He parades as a patriot His true nature concealed His breast is heavy laden He would have you believe Great deeds (he claims) are his legacy In the service of his country All else is fake news Behind the flag, a parasite His tax returns concealed He is the truest of men He would have you believe Great have been his tax contributions Swelling the lifeblood of the nation All else is fake news Have they? Is it? His twitching tail Gives the game away His bloated buttocks are revealed For doubters still, to see Engorged and heavy laden (they are) With the fruits of his sins Great misdeeds are his legacy In the service of his country All else is fake news Behind the feigned patriotism A corrupter of souls Pity the children of these Innocents fed on lies Great jeopardy will be their legacy For the mortal souls of their progeny All else is fake news Time then to renew Time to say adieu And render greatly to him His just and righteous due Socks ================= Picture yourself in a suit or a frock Meandering down Piccadilly Docks Incongruous ankles may easily shock Unthinkable is a world without socks Seven pairs of socks are all a man needs To colour his whims and play fashion’s lead Imagine the colours of daring deed Defining your ankles with lines of speed In winter, spring, summer and autumn sun Made glorious for occasions to run An essential covering for everyone Form and function enwrapped in cotton spun The Billy Buoy ================= We used to walk along this beach every day To the Billy Buoy especially in May Carrying bundles of joy in our arms But they are gone now; all that remains are psalms Our arms hang heavy as we walk every day To the Billy Buoy especially in May I try often to take her hand in mine But she is lost to the horizon-line Perhaps they will come again with their own Bundles of joy enwrapped in gowns newly sewn Until then we are left alone and must fain To dwell on the aftertaste of love’s refrain
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Blog entries by Irfan Virk
The Parasitic President (30/10/2024)
Socks (28/10/2024)
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