Rain on blue asphalt, from the the gutter see the sky, pink and burgundy rust and cracked wall abide in beautiful decay.
“My Paris”- #6- Photo Haiku by PWC
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“My Paris”-#5- Photo Haiku by PWC
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Outside St. Sulplice in black by angled shadows of the 4 o’clock sun, on a street corner of St. Germaine.
“My Paris”-#4- Picture Haiku by PWC
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F. Scott’s optometrist’s eyes in the sky look down on Paris.
“My Paris”#3 – Picture Haiku by PWC
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Ecole des Beaux Arts , eyes and great hall filled with light and delicate shadow.
“My Paris” #2-Picture Haiku by PWC
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Light on the Seine where wall holds in people of the Isle and solitary tree entreats the sky.
My Paris #1- Picture Haiku by PWC
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“Spirit flies behind the spires of Our Lady above the black and white striped youth of Paris”
Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely
Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely*
The amphetamine of fame
corrupts the soul and brain,
especially when the famous
drink their own Kool-aid.
Only the reluctant
and circumstantially famous
have a chance to avoid the effect,
but certainly not those who
willingly seek it. **
*Anonymous **PWC
Paris Graffiti #6
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The caption reads (in English )” i am going to Hell. Who is coming with me “
Nero
Nero,
Tonight
I think to myself
perhaps I
may understand
Nero,
Fat with grease,
he is strumming poetry,
while the world is
in flames all around him.
The word
Nero is black.
The flames are black.
He sings while they burn
black ,
black as the charred ashes
left behind.
Except I think,
to myself :
Am I guilty?
Did I light the fire?
Perhaps I did.
Perhaps we all did.
From “The Black and other Base Elements “by PWChaltas
Paris Graffiti #4
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Charles Bukowski ..alive and well and living on a wall in Paris .
PWChaltas 