Reality
The Banana Box the archive of staple Described as the expendable file cabinet Filing of the unforgettable into oblivion The X Files allegory as a fig-leaf for reality We have the era we deserve Karma may come later… Photo Hugh Ardoin At Street Level Gallery
We are what we want to be But what do we really know about reality Through the plasma judas of our prison door Inside looking out or at least this is what we believe Freedom is like the light at the end of the tunnel All you have to do is put your head through […]
Like Prosperity, a glimpse around the corner Reality strikes the eye with a young beauty Halfway here and halfway there Stuck on the shoulder of the digital highway We watch the virtuals speeding on the fast lane Reality on a flat tyre, dreams in the mirror To contradict the writing on the glass They are […]
Young Divas on the digital highway Pouting hipsters on hyper connection Talking to Venus or Mars in the din of Soca Reality has nothing to do with reality anymore Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2013 Carnival Gallery
Double symbol of the Americas, a Mexican-style hat and a fence A smiling woman takes a rest by an empty wine bottle and a fence What looks like “fun with borders” has become the moniker of Carnival For two days, barricaded “gentrified” will be living in fear of the “savages” Whether they hide from reality […]
Wearing a purple Ebony Steel Band shirt, a young beauty floats away But her red complexion is more like mahogany than ebony Both are precious hard woods from the African rainforests Meanwhile the girls dance away in a flurry of colors We look in awe and wonder as reality swiftly changes into memories We try […]
The sweet scuba from Trinidad and Tobago Sailing through the crowds on a big smile, like a white skiff Wearing big goggles, a feather, a flag, and a few clothes Beyond the “come as you are” the disguise is the guise of reality This is the magic of the moment, when every girl is a […]
Like some alien space pod that landed on the Red Planet The adobe granary lies on the roadside waiting for the grain The laundry is hung out to dry on the fence, it could be the spacesuits Everything is possible in the land of mirages, blinding dust and sandstorms Reality will borrow many shapes to […]