Книга - Photosecrets of Lee David Ingleby

Photosecrets of Lee David Ingleby
Gulnara Valizhanovna Jabbarova


“Photosecrets” is a poetic analysis of photographic thinking, hidden essence of random photographs in exotic Bhutan, in mysterious India, in charming France, in good old England. Photo exaggeration is an opportunity to penetrate the secret world of a movie star. The book’s cover and the book were illustrated with photographs taken from free photo stocks. The book is dedicated to my favorite artist Lee David Ingleby (Inspector Gently, Criminal UK, Crossfire, and The Hunt for Raoul Moat).





Photosecrets of Lee David Ingleby



Gulnara Valizhanovna Jabbarova



© Gulnara Valizhanovna Jabbarova, 2023



ISBN 978-5-0059-9887-3

Created with Ridero smart publishing system




One-eyed moon





Sticky moon


Some one’s else welfare,
That keeps eyebrow in horror and fear.
Sticky moon, scared mask,
Looks at the Earth, and ask:

What vulgar people is this?

Red mouth bitten in blood, bitten lips twist:

Crooked teeth cannot eat that much!
Scrambled eggs down at my fat face!
How many of them! Oh, space!
Steel capsule covered my eye in coin!
Dipped in deep lovers to count and settle accounts!
I am trembling, trembling at night and light!




MY SOUL, LORELEI







My soul, Lorelei,
In desperation.
I’m flying to you and running away.
She covered her eyes without to say,
With hands.

I’m flying to you and running away,
Like jumping into the abyss.
At the hour, when the sunset is so lovely.
And a monk rejects everything way,
Chanting radiance in Heaven without to say.
Time is like a film, it splay.

My soul, Sappho,
Freezing in being.
I am running to her, to Phaon,
And running away.

My hands, my feet spinning around me,
Like a disk.
Splash, in the middle of it,
Inside the frame, it’s me.

Zephyr’s force the game to play,
The Earth’s gravity the time to say.
Its attraction is the grave,
Silent Guernica waiting for milk.

Will I spill there,
Your son, seduced by you?
Through my milk necklace.
Motherhood is like an abyss,
To disappear.
A second before waking up
Your bumblebee,
Oh, Galla!




LIKE A MOTHER’S BREAST







Like a mother’s breast,
Like the number six,
You can’t remember
The beauty of the Taj.

And this contrast is woven
Lunar escape light.
You will fight,
You will cream into the radio station.
A fans over you, like
Acacias leaning.
All you need is standing ovation.
Small ship in the desert real,
You forgot the world «mutacabbir».




IN PREDESTRUCTION







Cracks, in the flow like leaves.
Silent «Mu» calls.
The creaky rusty world froze.
Darkening, the Earth flies and the birds,
Another moment, the bell ring,
Newspapers will sing,
The rusting world crumbles,
With black earth blood,
Through crakes flow in time,
Shooting and running, will fly.
Soldier blind sighted human tribe,
Will collapse like yours half – mask on the fly,
Mara will fly, only «Mu» will stay.




WHITE







An elephant is filadelf of light.
The real is gray and scabrous,
Like eye, like ear, like trunk, like head.

But, my infant,
The truth is out of that.
An elephant can torn me.
An elephant can torn of me.
And white one of moon can be.




Pokered face







Pokered face, joker cat
You can smile:

Look at me! I am, Lee!

And you say:

If I thin or if I fat,
Close your eyes, sunny boy,
Let’s enjoy!




SPIDER HANDS







Close, close, close,
So, beautiful to lose.
Hide your nose,
This is your choose!

Who is needs gray hair old?
To beard? To oppose?
No, shout your eye, shooter.
Let us, shorter!

Youth is in fashion.
We don’t need a procession.
Everyone should shave!
Come on, listen to me, brave!
Let the beard to disappear on lands.

Yes, but you have spider hands.




TATTOO







Young as a tulip and beautiful,
Like the face of a pensive moon.

Blanched Seed,
You are like
A coin in mouth, who is died.

Roots in the shade,
Will grab you by the throat,
And ringing, ringing cloister bell.
Head, promised, to the time,
Like a mandrake old,
You out off the ground.

White swirls heir curl into wrinkles ̶
Elbow pain.
And you are not you.
Peacock train,
Like Argus.




DREAMING OF SUNNY DAYS







Dreaming of sunny days, I am crying,
Where are you sunny boy?
Where are you little sneakers?
Who run so fast and give me enjoy?

How the summer days end,
Here, we are along in the sand
Of time,
Deprived of the warmth heart
Of life.

How coffee gets cold.

Sandman crumbled long ago.
He is not a little monster anymore.
What haunts you at night,
To kiss and turn off the light.




TOUCHING THE FEET







Ah, this ballet in shadows,
Allow me to caress your legs,
With a glance touching the feet, what
Like doves flatter and dance.

Tenacious soldier, at dollhouse,
Red tine melts into a knapsack
A small finger lies on a thunder mouse,
The rats will go without returning.

Throwing a coin, under the moon
You didn’t have fun with me, buffoon.
Let’s sit on this bench with miss,

Acephalous seer, and I give you a kiss.




Golden eye







Golden eye, reflects
The deep marks
From sharp claws.

I suppose,
My Big brother,
You take your time.
And other…

Not at all, my cat,
Come to me and dead.




MIST








Between Christmas and Resurrection
There is a twilight zone of motion.
It seems, as a rabbit comes out.
At this hour,
She is the mistress of the weightless dance,
Nothing leads her to the edge, to wander.
Like a boy’s balloon, bouncing, they go to the pier.

Weather, Ophelia’s floating dress.
Figures are outlines of a Danish castle.
Whirling white flying snow,
Like a Venetian, what
Ruling the world, with gold and bronze,
Blurred in the Moonlight is a mirror,
A little ruddy, from blood.

The fog is the third,
The only accomplice is winged.
The Earth decided to play hide and seek.
There is a head in the bag, no seed
Outraged by the human tribe.

The cradle of bad weather is blind.
Old men, covered with a cap of pagodas.
Great Light of the wave,
Almost sonic descend
Melt on their heads.




Like a fish with red eyes


Like a fish with red eyes
You look at me,
Recoiling, you turn pale falling.

She looks with embittered longing,
With hands on her hips,
Exactly the cross of a nun.

Defenseless youth, regretting,
Crossed his arms over his chest,
Tears fall without leaving eyes.
Minutes pass like centuries.

Another, a glass of water will serve?
Maybe I am an opportunity for her…
Fix account.

She will come to me,
Pushing him in front of her selves.
He will open the doors,
Like a Roman soldier,
With a spear, to the gates of heaven.




Dogs







Dogs of young and old year’s  ̶
«Look at this!» and «Where are you?»
Catched in window.
Car of time stop!
I need you both!
Crack in mind, puzzled my eyes,
Crashed of daylights.




RED BULL, YOU LET YOUR HAIR DOWN







Red bull, you let your hair down,
Pump lips, rough tongue on palm.
Detached gaze, pupil in the maze.
Bangs straw, thrown on the eyelashes.
You are all mine. I am like Europe
At the water’s edge.
Steamy breath branches into horns,
Like a deer aspires upwards.
Like this, the sage will be amazed.

But look beyond the edge of the almond eyes,
You will see your mother through the years,
In those very moments,
When she chases after you and you from her.
These are life’s compliments,
Having fun instill terror,
Like the Minotaur,
Blood bond.

Even now, aiming at me like a bull’s head,
You look like a child.
I can’t even get a kitten.
Spilled milk past the glass
And this hurts my heart.




CAPTAIN OF THE TURQUOISE BREEZE







Captain of the turquoise breeze,
Whose hair, salt and pepper,
Like stone and foam of the tide,
Earth is the planet of people.
You love enginery.

Even a small town
In which there is a narrow strip of land,
Connected with the whole world.
Seagulls, like ghosts, fly back and forth,
Over the ocean.
We have a chance to cross it!

Friendship is the mechanism of the heart
As light, as an airplane.
Photo graphy is a light painting of frame
Also the flight,
Blinks and catches the time that has passed,
Like a flame, like a tide.




PHOTO TRILOGY CAROUSEL











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Night, like a raven cries corn tears,
They crumble like snowflakes into hieroglyphs,
Shine with blind eyes in the twilight.

Amazons – Atlanteans hold a column of organ,
Playing a melody of crimson horror
And bird bunting of merry-go-rounding.

The shadow of raven nimble fell.
And breath was shed,
The bird’s beak falls like a bubblehead,
In a little carousel booth, and like this
Peacock’s tail rise a both.

Tigress bird,
Narrow shoulders and narrow eyes,
Goes down, bends down.
And I, with timid dread,
Like Oedipus, suddenly saw my father…

An Injun soldier, in a feathered crown,
In a red uniform, I raise my hands:
The Basset feline blinds the eyes,





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