vanity
Who can tell Heaven from Hell, or dawn from dusk In the age of led and neon lights, who needs a compass ? As the towers of human vanity made of steel and glass Reflect their troubled identity in the cold watery mirror Lost and mesmerized in their soul-searching adventure Alice and Narcissus die together, […]
The Shard at dusk stands in its own light London’s iconic and priapic monument At the times of NFT and other elusive tokens Vanity boils down to my mirror is bigger than yours What will remain of our glassy pyramids four thousand years later ? Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
Human history is rife with the landmark fantasy The master’s vanity reach for the sky and even now to lower-space From the Egyptian’s pyramids for which we have found no other purpose yet To our fragile steel and glass temples of personality that may not fare well in time But to the ants of human […]
The towers and the cranes Play hide and seek in the early morning skies From: Lambeth Bridge looking West All is eerily quiet on that Western front Men build empty towers to scratch the heavens’ back Vainly hoping for a reward or indulgence in return I presume… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
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 […]
Sitting on the kerb as if it was a riverside A she Diva of unearthly beauty watches herself And from time to time looks at the passing mortals Vanity is not a sin for a She Diva, it is just a lifestyle Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2019 Carnival Gallery