Look, out of the shadows deep into the wells
I created in your eyes when they were empty
Never to speak of the smell of
Greed, or hope that
Echoes of bright crocuses used in the smelting
Rituals of all that celluloid
I have forgotten where it went
Now, left behind are traces of cotton
Ginger hair in a brush and an empty [...]
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Tagged: Back, behind, body, bottle, bright, celluloid, cotton, create, crypt, deep, down, etched, exhibition, existence, eyes, fastening, forgotten, ginger, gratification, group exhibition, hair, instant, J.L. Nash, left, lingering, Lingering Whispers, London, look, man, my, now, poem, run, shadow, shadows, slid, smell, smelting, speak, step, story, through, titual, traces, walking, wanting, well, whisper, word
- Published:
- 04/03/2010 – 8:59 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
I first met Jane over 15 years ago when I was a fashion designer and she was my life model. It’s amazing but never surprising to see how people develop and change and through that time, love and friendship can endure. Here we are now, sitting opposite each other with so much of the [...]
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Tagged: beginning, book, calling, client, Clinical Hypnotherapy, comfortable, creativity, Dreams, emotions, fears, Forensic Investigative Hypnosis, Francis A Willey, Hypnosis, Hypnotherapy, hypnotised, induction, interview, issues, J.L. Nash, Jane L. Nash, linguistic, Memory, motivation, Neuro Linguistic Programming, NVQ, phobias, poem, poetry, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, practitioner, Predrag Pajdic, reading, relaxing, retrieval, skill, smoking cessation, stress, training, trance, Veterans, vocabulary, weight loss, writer
- Published:
- 03/03/2010 – 4:50 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
Remember nothing, as the blowing sand
Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep
When winds along the darkened desert sweep?
Or would it still remember, tho’ it spanned
A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned
The vacant ether with their voices deep?
Soul of my [...]
Categories: photography, poem
Tagged: beloved, crown, Death, Dom Agius, Heaven, love, nobility, poem, remember, Royal, Sara Teasdale, shadow, sleep
- Published:
- 08/02/2010 – 12:10 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
… in dreams, through sweat, on paper to have him hear
My body feels wooden, the joints are
Hinged with dark, metal, paper staples
The skin parched, wrinkled, brittle like sheets
Of nori without him beside me.
Remember when our bodies melted
Into a single organism?
The depth of each movement together
Pushed me and you out of darkness.
I am calling out in [...]
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Tagged: A Moment to Remember by Alexander Pushkin, beginning, blood, bones, breath, calling, Dreams, ending, grief, hear, heart, illuminated, J.L. Nash, kiss, laughing, lips, morning, name, poem, sapphires, scent, smell, sweat, together, Tomorrow
- Published:
- 06/02/2010 – 10:24 am
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
T’s easy to drink it up and watch the orange shirts
in the bar from the late afternoon shift
and the loneliness of a miner on his bed, naked from his shower
so lonely
not even the gin of centuries past to comfort and keep for
a single night a single moment
just these motel sheets and the air conditioning
might drop [...]
Categories: photography, word
Tagged: afternoon, Bill Jacobson, body, drink, Hell, Here, hole, home, J.L. Nash, LIVE, lonely, long, love, male, man, poem, portrait, shift, stop, watch
- Published:
- 28/01/2010 – 6:17 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And [...]
Categories: music, photography, poem
Tagged: All'ombra di sospetto, allowance, Antonio Vivaldi, aria, beginnings, Bertil Nilsson, body, Cantata BWV 54, Catherine Bott, earth, force, Head, heart, If, king, male, man, nerve, New London Consort, nude, Philip Pickett, photography, poem, Rudyard Kipling, RV 678, son, spoken, triumph, winning, wise, your
- Published:
- 03/01/2010 – 11:11 am
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
The Gnostic text, The Gospel of Mary, which is academically considered to be a wisdom gospel, reflects the conflict of the role of women in the emerging orthodox church of the time and it also looks at the metaphysical reasons instead of mortal that may prevent enlightenment. It was composed approximately in the second century, [...]
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Tagged: arm, Berlin Gnostic Codex, blessed, body, chains, daughter, die, forgive, Gnostic text, Gospel, hand, illusion, J.L. Nash, Life, lost, love you, lover, Mary, Mary Magdalene, me, mind, mine, miss, mouth, neck, nightmare, Pascale Lafay, poem, real, requesting, skin, story, text, The Gospel According to Mary, vulnerable, Washable words, wing, Wisdom, woman, women, words, You
- Published:
- 29/11/2009 – 2:01 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
Down by a shining water well
I found a very little dell,
No higher than my head.
The heather and the gorse about
In summer bloom were coming out,
Some yellow and some red.
I called the little pool a sea;
The little hills were big to me;
For I am very small.
I made a boat, I made a town,
I searched the caverns [...]
Categories: photography, poem
Tagged: boy, Kingdom, play, poem, Robert Louis Stevenson, rocking horse
- Published:
- 31/08/2009 – 10:11 am
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
