Sunday, June 25, 2006

in paris with you

In Paris With You, Howard Hodgkin
In Paris With You, Howard Hodgkin.


Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful
And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.
I'm one of your talking wounded.
I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded.
But I'm in Paris with you.

In Paris With You, James Fenton.

i walked into the room and it swallowed me whole, like a lifetime. and i was wandering in the colours and the shapes for a little while. stopping by ocassionally. to let my mind slip away. eyes wide open. heart beating fast. stomach full with memories of something.

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