Album Words and Pictures from Panchromatica

the bride laughs

nobody@ipernity.com (Panchromatica) — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 12:33:01 +0000

So lie we, not as sleep that lies by death,
With heavy kisses and with happy breath;
Not as man lies by woman, when the bride
Laughs low for love's sake and the word's he saith.

For she lies, laughing low with love; she lies,
And turns his kisses on her lips to sighs,
To sighing sound of lips unsatisfied,
And the sweet tears are tender with her eyes.

from: Laus Veneris
by Algernon Charles Swinburne
www.humanitiesweb.org/human.php?s=l&p=c&a=p&I...

Based, with permission, on this image:

www.flickr.com/photos/alexcraig/31179611/

(although she isn't actually the bride as I now realise)

Hotel room

nobody@ipernity.com (Panchromatica) — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 12:33:02 +0000

Panchromatica has posted a doc:

Called u yesterday
U didn't answer your phone
The main drag is knowing that
U probably weren't alone

So here I sit in my lonely room
Lookin' 4 my sunshine
But all I've got is two cigarettes
And this broken heart of mine

Prince
17 days

Love after Love

nobody@ipernity.com (Panchromatica) — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 12:34:01 +0000

Panchromatica has posted a doc:

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

And say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott
judithpordon.tripod.com/poetry/id316.html

Derived from this image:

www.flickr.com/photos/zenlight/30380438/

Molly is the singer in a band

nobody@ipernity.com (Panchromatica) — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 12:34:01 +0000

Panchromatica has posted a doc:

Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly-girl I like your face
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand.

Obladi oblada

Beatles

O'Connell St

nobody@ipernity.com (Panchromatica) — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 12:34:01 +0000

Panchromatica has posted a doc:

Show us endless neon vistas
Castles made of laser lights
Take us to the shopping sector
In the vortex of the night
Past the shiny mylar towers
Past the ravaged tenements
To a place we can't remember
For a time we won't forget

Warren Zevon
[addded 10/07/05]

Grand canyon evening - poster poem

nobody@ipernity.com (Panchromatica) — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 12:35:01 +0000

Panchromatica has posted a doc:

The poem is mine