Paris – Page 2 – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

BOOKENDS; TIMING IS EVERYTHING

Coming in is easy. Learning when to leave is an art not easily understood. All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly This month is about getting ready to leave Paris, for good. Today will also be my last day as pattern maker at the Paris fashion design atelier of & Other […]

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BOOKENDS; UNDER THE PALACE OF PARIS, PHOTOGRAPHY

Last Sunday, this masterpiece of beaux-arts architecture, le Grand Palais was open to the public for a few hours and I rushed in along with fantastic photographer, and now street sketch artist, Mike Powell, on one of his last days in Paris, in order to snap a little of the light under the glass. All […]

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BOOKENDS; EVEN IN THE FINAL FALL THERE CAN STILL BE A SPARKLE

I sit in between streets, in between ageing and learning, learning to forget and trying to remember, eating time before it’s cleared away as people pass, some looking and leaning, some desiring to linger, longer, not knowing I’m soon to be going, not noting I’ve been removed from the menu, replaced in his city […]

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BOOKENDS; OCEANS OF COLOUR, PHOTOGRAPHY

For Liz… All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly At D’Illimination, Jardin des Plantes, Paris, 26th Nov, 2019

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BOOKENDS; A CITE OR A SHADOW

A city and a shadow, a choice; to stay or leave, to concede and crown myself as conquered and then be crushed or to continue on as committed commuter, to be complacent or constantly curious for more light so as to comprehend the darkness, to break down the barrier between all there is to […]

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BOOKENDS; WORDLESS WEDNESDAY, PARIS, EYES OF A TOURIST

All photographs by Damien B Donnelly

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BOOKENDS; STUMBLING THROUGH THE DREAM, WIDE AWAKE

I was silent once amid the noise, stumbling through smothering, a bare canvas cradling nothing in arms that had promised everything. I circled the globe once to find that home was just a word, a word that makes a memory to plot a beginning, not weighted but weightless. I am, like you all, no […]

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BOOKENDS; KISSED BY SOMEONE ELSE’S KING AT CHRISTMAS

Lights danced on shivering trees dressed in a blanket of snow while a tale was told of a boy, born to be king, to never know choice. I kissed Christmas in someone else’s shadow and we whispered in the absence of his voice. I dreamt of a crib where a kid had kept faith […]

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BOOKENDS; A SHADE CAUGHT IN THE SHADOW

I walk in circles now, following paths forward that crossover roads I once considered. Time trips onward but no longer is the line straight, no longer a captive of direct. This light is lit now like a last lap, here, in this place once prized, once positioned next to pride on platforms now too […]

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BOOKENDS; AN ACCOUNT OF YOUR DRINKS AND MY DESIRES

I used to sit here sipping cocktails I couldn’t afford just because you sat here years before me, drinking lust from lips that weren’t yours. I used to sit here in the heady heat of all you had eaten of each other, wondering if I stayed long enough would I be able to taste […]