Monday, March 23, 2009

In Paris with You

Been flipping through a borrowed anthology of poetry recently. 
Since I have not written anything recently, I hope this will suffice.

Here's something rather romantic and ironic I came across today:

In Paris with You
Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful
And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.
I'm one of your talking wounded.
I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded.
But I'm in Paris with you.

Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I've been through.
I admit I'm on the rebound
And I don't care where are we bound.
I'm in Paris with you.

Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame, 
If we skip the Champs Elysées
And remain here in this sleazy

Old hotel room
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are, 
Learning what I am.

Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris, 
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There's that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I'm in Paris with you.

Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris.
I'm in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I'm in Paris with your eyes, your mouth, 
I'm in Paris with... all points south.
Am I embarrassing you? 
I'm in Paris with you. 

- James Fenton


Brainless said...

Charles Bukowski mellowed down..

I am going to read more was a nice read...

saptarshi said...

Beautiful :)

ahona said...


I wish I could be in Paris with you. But we'll skip the hotel room and do the Louvre et al.

saptarshi said...


This is to inform you that Ex Nihilo has moved in to its brand new website at

We were wondering if it would be possible for you to update the link to Ex Nihilo on your blog from to the new one.

Thank you :)

panu said...

love it.