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Halloween in the underground The masquerade without the mask Times before the collective punishment The threat or threat, discipline and punish Photo Hugh Ardoin The Galleries
The silence of the lambs is deafening Not a squeak not a peep has escaped Beyond the slaughterhouse closed doors Darkness and silence, disposable masks like diapers We remember… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2011 Carnival Gallery
Like the Jack Kerouac lost scrolls On the road again took its toll The cute and the fun all gone There is no rewind to life Only fading memories Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2011 Carnival Gallery
We sit by the river of our life and remember Carnival’s unique and intense life explosion The virtual rendering is an insult over the injury We have all lost to fear what courage took so many years to build… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2011 Carnival Gallery
It was the year of the Hackney riots Protesting the ‘lawful killing’ of Mark Duggan At the hands of the Met’s snipers East London ablaze and quickly spreading What is left today of a Carnival legacy And the memory of Mark Duggan and Kelso Cochrane And all the others… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill […]
While the Fun Repression Squads patrols Notting Hill With a duty to erase the smile from your face Even behind the compulsory masks But they say that it is for your own good And Mommy who sits at the regency of our throne Knows much more about ourselves than we do The Orwellian New World […]
The Bank Holiday is just a few days away And Notting Hill Carnival has succumbed to fear The BLM demos drew many people but to what avail Carnival has been here for the same reasons since a long time And the dead it celebrated were no lesser Virtual Carnival is just pandering to an authority […]
While the same masters than long before Sit comfortably numb in their patent leather armchairs So many crimes have been perpetrated in the name of our own good We the people, the real people outside, we are starved of our Liberties And as the sheep file in line to the slaughterhouse The dream slowly vanished […]
We look into the spotlights until we blink In this American Night that swallows London The old stone ruins and the glass-to-the-metal towers Vanity has no age, it is the mirror staring back at Narcissus And the seed of revolution grows into a tree The call for independence, the claim for freedom So light may […]
Encounters of the third kind on Chepstow Carnival or Masquerade is a moment of joy and kindness Young beauties fulfil their role as beauties and pose with grace What we have learned from African culture should not be lost Carnival is now part of the British culture and the vestiges of its Empire Photo Hugh […]