Nostalgia
Before the sun will rise temperatures will fall Fulham seen from Cotton and Plantation Row Old names of colonial Empire now ring hollow You can feel this nostalgia about the ex-glorious days Necromancy in reverse when guns and whips were the sole law Nowadays we use the woke vocabulary of new democracy To wrap concealed […]
Nostalgia weaves into slow traffic Waiting for the rainy days In an obscured necromancy Lost in the Pythia’s empty eyes Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
The Harley aficionados keep on riding The posse of the past parades in Chelsea Beautiful thundering knuckleheads Other prides from other times Not extinct but under threat Remember the WLA 45’s all sirens wailing Nostalgia always looks better on wheels Photo Hugh Ardoin The Estates of Emergency Gallery
Years go by and never come back Nostalgia hangs its flowery noose around our neck, the perfumes of the past The welcome to the old travellers of time, the seafaring halcyons But the light has grown dimmer as we wait in vain on the shore For the great white sails of hope to appear over […]
In Susan Sontag’s world of words and images Photographs are the past of present and more specifically “Found objects and unpremeditated slices of life” Now that the sun has set over Niamey is already past But it is a surreal future for the viewers to come Beauty is the object as well as the essence […]