We are the unblinking spectators of our own movie We walk talk act or stay silent as the camera films The director sits somewhere on the cogs of the clock You cannot remember hearing when he shouted “Action!” But you sure will notice the moment he will yell the final word “Cut!” Photo Hugh Ardoin […]
Empty trolleys waiting in line for their turn To take the modern Icaruses to their flights They will depart from faraway gates to meet their destiny But the gods have now changed to solid state intelligence That on a whim of electricity may cast you to the sea But we continue to pray to the […]
So, mankind believes it can rule nature By putting no-parking signs in the fields Growing crops for free on the land it staked Its hands are everywhere but hold nothing Waiting for the clouds to offer their water For the wind to weave the greens and golds And for the sun to ripen the wheat […]
Next Christmas is not here yet but windows spill their nostalgia for the past An array of expensive presents sure to disappoint the new generations Not a single digital device only old-fashioned toys from a long gone era Can we just imagine if there are children living in total ignorance of their time Photo Hugh […]
The Geneva Christmas light show is switched on The Hotel des Bergues is now like a Babel Tower Scripts in all languages spread on its austere facade Slowly, the dark mirror of the Lake flows into the River Rhone Bent on Danaus’ fifty daughters daunting task to empty the lake While giant colorful fishing bobbers […]
The enchanted forest appearsĀ as a glowing illusion in the night of our dreams The Christmas fairy tale of wizards and pixies dancing in the woods Night is fraught with monsters and other goblins, hear them sing their carols Now we look in awe, and wonder what will be left of this miracle in the morning […]
In the cold of night a statue of a black swimmer stands silent A real black girl walks by, wearing a warm coat The red neon light gives an illusion of warmth But the winter streets in Geneva are empty and cold Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
Inner vision of the bowels of a Nostromo replica Looking for an escaped and illegal alien who fell from the sky The shuttle runs blind with a hissing noise along the tunnel We are departing for our final destination W have been departing since we were born Mere mortals caught in a spiral of infinity […]