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north to rome – by pd lyons from Morning Movies


we took the train north to Rome
started with sweat and bullets
wishing for a better meal next stop
village by village dust bells along
following the steady steel rhythm

hours drift lulling with common motion
 landscapes we have come to know
keep pace as we imagined
being closer than we ever were
before leaving

Reggio Calabria

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north to rome – by pd lyons from Morning Movies


we took the train north to Rome
started with sweat and bullets
wishing for a better meal next stop
village by village dust bells along
following the steady steel rhythm

hours drift lulling with common motion
 landscapes we have come to know
keep pace as we imagined
being closer than we ever were
before leaving

Reggio Calabria

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Francesca Woodman 1958–1981/ women we should have known


 

Francesca Woodman 1958–1981/ women we should have known

from tate uk

ARTIST ROOMS

Artist Rooms artist essay

American photographer Francesca Woodman has eighteen rare vintage black and white photographs in the Artist Rooms display, from a collection once owned by the artist’s boyfriend. Woodman’s photographs exhibit many influences, from symbolism and surrealism to fashion photography and Baroque painting. They have a timeless quality that is ethereal and unique. The artist began taking photographs at the age of thirteen and though she was only twenty two when she took her own life, she left behind a substantial body of work.
Francesca Woodman’s photographs explore issues of gender and self, looking at the representation of the body in relation to its surroundings. She puts herself in the frame most often, although these are not conventional self-portraits as she is either partially hidden, or concealed by slow exposures that blur her moving figure into a ghostly presence. This underlying vulnerability is further emphasised by the small and intimate format of the photographs.
We often see her in otherwise deserted interior spaces, where her body seems to merge with its surroundings, covered by sections of peeling wallpaper, half hidden behind the flat plane of a door, or crouching over a mirror. Found objects and suggestive props are carefully placed to create unsettling, surreal or claustrophobic scenarios. Her photographs are produced in thematic series’, relating to specific props, places or situations.
Woodman was exposed to the symbolic work of Max Klinger whilst studying in Rome from 1977-78 and his influence can clearly be seen in many photographic series’, such as Eel Series, Roma (1977-78) and Angel Series, Roma (1977). In combining performance, play and self-exposure, Woodman’s photographs create extreme and often disturbing psychological states. In concealing or encrypting her subjects she reminds the viewer that photographs flatten and distort, never offering the whole truth about a subject.

18 artworks

Untitled 1975‑80
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windows ~ Rome, Italy. photos by pd Lyons


windows ~ Rome, Italy. photos by pd Lyons


These Words by PD Lyons from As if the Rain Fell in Ordinary Time,erbacce-press 2019


 

These Words

 

from the tiredness of my bones
not syllables of warm water mouths
rather emanate rich with marrow silent sensations
hot cold
soft foetal
crescents of your ears
depth deeper than you know of your eyes
the vast rift of tears
your endless heart

alone sometimes in the dark
I have been a labour for you
silently aloud
likewise you should read
these words so unlike other words
each window through which invisible creatures
of what cannot be said climb

Lover of Wisdom from As if the Rain fell in Ordinary Time read by the author


new haven ct artist not known

   The Lover of Wisdom

He helped in the kitchen

While she was away.

   One night he was worried about the wine

Her father noticed, told him

Not to worry

They said it was the best place they’d been to

That they were glad to be here,

Besides it was the second bottle they’d ordered.

It was then he grabbed her father’s hand, said

Are you my friend? Are you!

The towering man with black moustache

In a well-worn greasy apron said,

Always. I am your friend always!

    It was evening when she came back.

He was sorting pots from the green house

Packing them into the jeep

Parked at the top of the driveway

When they pulled in

BMW convertible dark blue w/ tan leather.

     He did not want to meet her friends.

Afraid they’d hear the beating of his heart

He stayed on the other side of the jeep

Pretending to be too busy

Waiting for her to come to him.

But after their long good-byes,

She didn’t.

He walked around saw her walking

Down the hill with her bags

He thought – she has not come back at all then.

     Shortly later she came back.

Sat with him on the grass

Her black hair veiling them

As hunched together head to head

He opened what she gave him

Wrapped in white tissues

A ball of crystal inside a ball of alabaster.

   I missed you so much he said.

Are you brave enough to let me shave you? She said.

Come on. Let me. I want to.

He had not shaved since she left

And her creamy skin could not abide a whiskered face

Thank you for watching!
Here’s what erbacce press had to say about my work – The annual erbacce-prize for poetry is open from January 1st to May 1st every year. It is entirely FREE to enter thus it attracts top quality poets world-wide… in 2019 we had close to eight thousand entries and all were judged ‘blind’. P D Lyons was the outright winner! … it is sheer quality poetry, the whole book encompasses a simplicity coupled with deep insight; a truly beautiful collection which reveals more each time it is re-opened… (perfect-bound: 112 pages)
Through the generosity of Westmeath County Arts Council a special signed edition limited to 50 numbered copies is being offered for 20.00 euros. Regular postage included world wide. Contact via comments or email pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk for availability and further details.
Thank you for watching and reading!
Best Wishes & Good Luck – Bye.

Lover of Wisdom from As if the Rain fell in Ordinary Time read by the author


new haven ct artist not known

 

   The Lover of Wisdom

He helped in the kitchen

While she was away.

   One night he was worried about the wine

Her father noticed, told him

Not to worry

They said it was the best place they’d been to

That they were glad to be here,

Besides it was the second bottle they’d ordered.

It was then he grabbed her father’s hand, said

Are you my friend? Are you!

The towering man with black moustache

In a well-worn greasy apron said,

Always. I am your friend always!

    It was evening when she came back.

He was sorting pots from the green house

Packing them into the jeep

Parked at the top of the driveway

When they pulled in

BMW convertible dark blue w/ tan leather.

     He did not want to meet her friends.

Afraid they’d hear the beating of his heart

He stayed on the other side of the jeep

Pretending to be too busy

Waiting for her to come to him.

But after their long good-byes,

She didn’t.

He walked around saw her walking

Down the hill with her bags

He thought – she has not come back at all then.

     Shortly later she came back.

Sat with him on the grass

Her black hair veiling them

As hunched together head to head

He opened what she gave him

Wrapped in white tissues

A ball of crystal inside a ball of alabaster.

   I missed you so much he said.

Are you brave enough to let me shave you? She said.

Come on. Let me. I want to.

He had not shaved since she left

And her creamy skin could not abide a whiskered face

Thank you for watching!
Here’s what erbacce press had to say about my work – The annual erbacce-prize for poetry is open from January 1st to May 1st every year. It is entirely FREE to enter thus it attracts top quality poets world-wide… in 2019 we had close to eight thousand entries and all were judged ‘blind’. P D Lyons was the outright winner! … it is sheer quality poetry, the whole book encompasses a simplicity coupled with deep insight; a truly beautiful collection which reveals more each time it is re-opened… (perfect-bound: 112 pages)
Through the generosity of Westmeath County Arts Council a special signed edition limited to 50 numbered copies is being offered for 20.00 euros. Regular postage included world wide. Contact via comments or email pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk for availability and further details.
Thank you for watching and reading!
Best Wishes & Good Luck – Bye.

 

north to rome – by pd lyons


we took the train north to Rome
started with sweat and bullets
wishing for a better meal next stop
village by village dust bells along
following the steady steel rhythm

hours drift lulling with common motion
 landscapes we have come to know
keep pace as we imagined
being closer than we ever were
before leaving

Reggio Calabria

 

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north to rome – by pd lyons from Morning Movies


 

we took the train north to Rome
started with sweat and bullets
wishing for a better meal next stop
village by village dust bells along
following the steady steel rhythm

hours drift lulling with common motion
 landscapes we have come to know
keep pace as we imagined
being closer than we ever were
before leaving

Reggio Calabria

SAM_0003

 

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