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The Great God Pan Is Dead by pd lyons


 

photographer unknown

 

Within the pages of illusion,

Before the glass of no reflection,

The sensuous form of her adoration,

(White on blonde)

Rises to the occasion of the

Mysterious relation between,

The pale worship of a

Vanishing god and the blue

Whispers of her blood.

As fevered as silk in cedar,

Fanatical as dew dipped spider webs;

She’s come and gone.

Her absence heavy in the spicy

Dust of death, where her foot steps

Spell out the haunting word

Amen

 

1987

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a red door painted black – Paris 2016 pdlyons photos


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red door Paris 2016

 

painted black paris 2016

painted black Paris 2016

Bob & Sinclair – now there are two from Minnesota!


So it is a little like history repeats itself. Bod dared go electric. Sweden dared go Bob.

Much of the debate seems to center around – can song writing be poetry?

If we take a look we can say that a song may be written from one of two angles or a combination of the two.

  1. you get a tune and figure out some words to go with it.
  2.  you’ve figured out some words and get a tune to go with them.

Does either approach preclude the words from being poetry?

 

Maybe the words were inspired by the music? maybe inspired by something else and music was chosen to broaden the exposure of the words? What poet wouldn’t like to reach an audience?

Maybe the words were inspired by the music? If so then would not the music be like a prompt? How many poets have written work to prompts? Are we going to set standards for acceptable prompts? Remember a prompt is an inspiration. Does that mean the poetry inspired by music is inferior? So should we exclude from poetry words inspired by music?

What shall be the acceptable categories for poetical inspiration? Do we need a governing body of Poeticals to decide and more important to enforce the structure of purity? A licensing board to ensure that no mere songwriter sully the good name of poetry.

 

Its being done very successfully in popular music, only certain categories are allowed and they must all sound a certain way.  They call it the X Factor.

 

As a poet I am pleased that a poet won the Nobel Prize for literature. I do believe poetry is indeed literature.

As a music lover and fan I am very happy that the songs of my youth are acknowledged as changing the world not just myself.

As an artist I am excited by the fact the Bob has indeed brought it all back home, effortlessly stirring up the frigid & ridged catagorisers of the world. Who knows what great inspirations will fall out? Maybe even a song or two?

 

“Sinclair Lewis had won the Nobel Prize for Literature, the first American to do so. Lewis had written Elmer Gantry and was the master of absolute realism, he invented it. He was from Sauk Center, Minnesota.” – Chronicles vol.1 by Bob Dylan. a Book Of The Year.

 

noun

  • 1A short poem or other set of words set to music or meant to be sung.

     

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    red door paris 2016 pdlyons

 

Altar of the Virgin of Guadalupe in Notre – Dame 2016


 Virgin of Guadalupe Notre - Dame

Virgin of Guadalupe Notre – Dame

 

Altar of the Virgin of Guadalupe in Notre - Dame 2016

Altar of the Virgin of Guadalupe in Notre – Dame 2016

 

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Altar of the Virgin of Guadalupe in Notre – Dame 2016

Altar of the Virgin of Guadalupe in Notre - Dame

Altar of the Virgin of Guadalupe in Notre – Dame

so i’m thinking about stupid love songs again ruff by pd lyons


Paris 2016

Paris 2016

 

you might love me

you might stand by me

you might be my friend

maybe even my lover

 

you cannot set me free

 

you might think of me all the time

you might want to always be by my side

you might dream your life away

sounds kinda creepy

 

but no matter what

you cannot set me free

 

you might know better than me

you might shout louder than me

you might be more physical than me

so what you’re a bully

but no matter what you do you cannot set me free

 

you might be all sweet and tender

you might be just what i like

you might be the one i love

that be more than alright

but still no matter what you do

no matter who you are,

you cannot set me free

 

freedoms what i give myself

freedoms what no one can take

freedom not dependent on any one or any law

its what i give myself

my own true heart

no one can touch or take or know

but me

Paris 2016

Paris 2016

this now that you talk to me about


so the past is gone

the future does not exist

and this now that you talk to me about,

where is that?

 

thinking ain't doin me no good

Once While I Was Away, by pd lyons


 

Once While I Was Away

You might have come
Expecting awkward greeting won by
Philosophic well planned answers to
What you thought my unasked questions were –
Accidental touch
Silent linger hands
Knowing prelude to a kiss
All it would take to un-clench my heart
Inviting you in
So you’d have something to do for the afternoon

paris by pd lyons

paris by pd lyons

true


if you notice there’s nothing like a monster or monstrous situation to bring out the most beautiful of humanity. stay true. the Hitlers and the Trumps and the murderers of this world are not the majority. that’s why they yell so loudly. do not believe that any people are all the same – see the acts of heroism, the acts of compassion the acts of peace – this is true courage. this is not bartered away to gain security, goods or the power of public office.

courage does not change its moral foundation under pressure. millions of people on this earth are like that.

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yes, I remember it well….


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19, poem by pd lyons, Notre Dame Pairs photography by pd Lyons


Flowers/Notre Dam Paris

Flowers/Notre Dam Paris

 

 

How old was
Joan of Arc
when he stared into the dark
surprised by smoke and flame
heard not crowds
but choirs sing her name

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Notre dame Paris/ Open Window

DSC_0980Morgan & Jeanne/ Notre Dame Paris

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