Tag: art

Beyond The Clouds

— Posted inArt, Beauty, Boomer's Story, Desire, Film Photography, Landscape, Light, Literature, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, NAture, Personal, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Seascape, Sky, Symbolism, the sea, Time, Truth Beauty, Uncategorized, We Dream, Words, Writing — 1 min read

Softness, A sky full of clouds, Above the beach, above the sea, Whispering... The sea on the shore, Kissing the sand, Whispering... Breeze in your hair, Distant birds float on the wind, Softness... Rain starts falling, Sighing down to earth, Filling the footsteps we […]

Once Again

— Posted inArt, Beauty, Dark, Desire, Film Photography, Iconography, Light, Literature, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Symbolism, Time, Truth Beauty, We Dream, Writing — 3 min read

Once again I walk in silent rooms and gloomy galleries. Dark portraits gaze from gilded frames at tragic ghosts who walk through walls in fruitless quest to escape this place of shuttered light and time forever stilled. Where memory waits to be recalled by […]

The Dream-Life of Late Summer

— Posted inArt, Beauty, England, Film Photography, Gardens, Iconography, Landscape, Literature, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Soft focus, Summer, Symbolism, Time, Truth Beauty, We Dream, Words, Writing — 1 min read

The dream-life of an imaginary afternoon, in an imaginary garden. Silent statues gaze at nobody, nobody returns their gaze; We commune with twittering birds, a consort of insects buzz and click in the quiet garden, Senses beguiled by the aroma of late summer roses […]

A Song For Us

— Posted inArt, Beauty, Boomer's Story, Desire, Family, Iconography, Light, Literature, London, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, Night, Personal, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Shakespeare, Symbolism, the sea, Truth Beauty, We Dream, Words, Writing — 3 min read

The song is all, we sing together, voices soar, spiralling ever-upwards into the cerulian infinite, across the universe. The song goes on forever. I felt your hand - it was a memory, a moment when the electrons re-assembled those fragments of something, splinters of […]

Dream Girl Blues

— Posted inArt, Beauty, Boomer's Story, Desire, Film Photography, Iconography, Light, Literature, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Music, Mystical, Personal, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Symbolism, We Dream, Words, Writing — 1 min read

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

— Posted inArt, Beauty, Film Photography, Iconography, Landscape, Light, Literature, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, Personal, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Symbolism, Uncategorized, Words, Writing — 1 min read

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 […]