Monday, August 31, 2009

Rooftop Art, Paris

















Amazingly nimble these fleet-footed artists must be!

The Town Hall of Paris
















This magnificent structure has elaborate carvings, statues and windows galore.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Complicated Cat

















Now, now, Pussy! There surely is an easier way to reach your goal?

Poets: Poem

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Poets
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Poets have no tools, never
No tangible tools that is to say
Some people even call them fools
Poets have a different worldview
Built on emotions, sensations, lacerations
Splinters of pain
And all that the heart holds to be true.
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Poets have no right way or wrong way
(Its true that they often lose their way anyway) :
Poetry has always been difficult to define
Scrambled thoughts, scrambled lines
That is to say
Perfect lines, perfect rhymes
Clockwork metric thoughts and thou and thine
Stanzas, couplets and all the rest of it
My emotions flew jagged against the sky
My thoughts often threatened to run away
Like me; I speak about pain and despair
People who are going to die
Corpus callosum, existence ad infinitum
Transient joy, the rainbow arching
Spectral armies marching
Tramping, tramping down history's worn-out lanes
And the lines in a stranger's face
His apparent despair, his evident pain
Jerk me from those absolute, imperfect rhymes
I am myself corpus callosum-like again.
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COPYRIGHT: Rani Turton

Monday, August 24, 2009

Cats On Country Road

















One snoozing and one strolling. Its a cat's life!

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Fountain, Chateau De Champs, France
















At the Chateau of Champs-sur-Marne, a graceful fountain. This used to be La Pompadour's residance.

Monday, August 17, 2009

The Porsche Carrera 4S























Standing quietly on a road in Paris, this marvel of mechanical engineering.

Notre Dame, Paris















Notre Dame of Paris under the August sun and the many tourists that come to visit it during the holidays.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

I Spoke To Liberty: Poem



















I Spoke To Liberty

I spoke to liberty and liberty spoke to me
Asking softly, 'Do you really want to be free?'

I murmured to melancholy and melancholy said
' Why do all these thoughts go through your head?'

I asked for grace and grace touched my life
Saying, 'Quiet for now. Forget all your strife.'

Then I walked on alone. Touched to the bone.
The anger and the pain, washed by the rain

Dissolved as I wept.

Then, fortunately I slept.

I spoke to liberty and liberty spoke to me
Asking softly, 'Do you really want to be free?'

Copyright: Rani Turton

Sculpted angelots, Lille

















Sculpted cherubims on a building in Lille.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

A Wooden Door, A Metal Key: Poem




A Wooden Door, A Metal Key

A plain wooden door, nerve-ridden
A carved metal key, in my pocket hidden.
And secrets that lie behind that blank facade
A building, some windows, my dreams.
I wandered on those blind Parisian streets.
Nobody knew my name
Nobody knew where I came from
I was different, yet still the same.
A wooden door like corpus callosum
Holds my two worlds together .
I enter now, I walk out at midnight I flee
The buzzing and the hum.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Unusual Sculpture Under Balcony, France



Found under a balcony, this wonderful figure is to be found in a Parisian suburb.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Dust And Dreams: Poem



















Dust And Dreams

There was dust and there were dreams
Born of imagination and longing
There was years of neglect and wanting
Then, a spark, kindled by thought
Set fire to memory; thus it was that poetry,
Longing and imagination came together
Gifting me a kind of liberty.

There was dust from an exiled country
There were dreams born of imagination and longing
The jewels, souvenirs, that glowed when all else in me was dead.

There was dust, then.
There were dreams.
But only, only when
Love redeems.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Flag and Lamps, Paris

















The angle of the flag between the lamps seemed interesting.

Monday, August 3, 2009