Tag: art

Dream Girl Blues

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Breath of life, the light sighs, we dream. She shines, Translucent, ephemeral, Appearing only to disappear into light, Into thin air. We sleep. Today is now, time is present, Memory waits... Moments, minutes, infinite ever, Always. We remember, we forget, we dance in the […]

Desire

— Posted inArt, Beauty, Concupiscience, Desire, Eroticism, Erotique, Iconography, Light, Literature, Love, Metaphysics, Mystical, Personal, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Symbolism, We Dream, Words, Writing — 1 min read

Breathe slowly, excite the silence, our still air shivers, aroused by tongues. Softly swollen Velvet lips, Open slowly, fold on fold, Cleave the juicy, sticky split, Slide inside the slippery skin. Oh, Luscious depths in Luskus Delph, Amour aroma, perfumed pink. Taste Desire's smoke, […]

The Razor’s Edge

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On the road to somewhere from the road that leads to nowhere, You find the hidden bridge that takes you to the razor's edge. You take one step, you take another, you walk a different walk, In the field of lost time's distance the […]

All the birds

— Posted inArt, Autumn, Beauty, Boomer's Story, England, Film Photography, Landscape, Light, Literature, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, NAture, Night, Personal, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Sky, Symbolism, Trees, Uncategorized, Winter, Writing — 1 min read

In the misty light of a November afternoon the planet spins slowly towards another day, leaving the sun's light behind. Colours vanish into the ethereal blue of twilight, there is nothing in sight except the birds flocking home to roost. The darkling thrush, the […]

A song for you

— Posted inArt, Eroticism, Film Photography, Iconography, Light, Literature, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, Night, Personal, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Symbolism, Uncategorized, Words, Writing — 4 min read

Drifting in a small boat on a silent lake, the rain began to fall and the herons flew away as the wind blew the rain into in my face and scratched at the dark surface of the water in the faint greenish light of […]

A song for me

— Posted inArt, Boomer's Story, England, Film Photography, Light, Literature, London, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Music, Mystical, Personal, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Summer, Symbolism, Uncategorized, Words, Writing — 3 min read

I heard a voice coming from an open window, a voice I thought I knew, a song I had heard so long ago. I had forgotten the song but I remembered looking into the sun. Time passes, we forget. Memory waits… From an open […]

The English Landscape

— Posted inArt, England, Iconography, Landscape, Light, Literature, Metaphysics, NAture, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Sky, Symbolism, Trees, Uncategorized, Writing — 1 min read

The sky above the Essex earth, light of passing moments that illuminates the fertile land. The light, the light, the glorious clouds that sail across the sea of sky, The sky that shimmered through Constable's hand and Gainsborough's flashing brush. We are a nation […]

How to find yourself in the dark

— Posted inArt, Ballet, Boomer's Story, Dark, England, Eroticism, Film Photography, Iconography, Light, Literature, London, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Music, Mystical, Night, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Prokofiev, Romance, Symbolism, Theatre, Uncategorized, Winter, Words, Writing — 3 min read

Lockdown, hibernation, false dawns, abandoned plans and lost time. The dark despair of the endless nothing; and yet the glimmer of a tiny light far, far away in the dark distant future will always be visible regardless of how much the black void tries […]

Fear

— Posted inArt, England, Film Photography, fucking cunts, Landscape, Laugh at a cretin, Light, Literature, Mockery, NAture, Philosophy, Photography, political commentary, Pretentious Old Bollocks, Rant, Uncategorized, Words, Writing — 4 min read

“But they hearkened not, nor inclined their ear, but walked in the counsels and in the imagination of their evil heart, and went backward, and not forward. They have set their abominations in the house to pollute it.” Jeremiah 7 We are being dragged […]