a world of words

when true love has gone
nothing remains
they can take
the sofa, the table, the chairs
the bed, all the lamps
the art and the ornaments we used
to decorate our daily living
our time sleeping among
the hours of the clock
our past floating in those
frames hanging from the walls
the windows’ view
to our sky and to our garden
our favourite things
our travel souvenirs
they may erase the memory and
dismantle our history
they will leave the stains and marks
of all that we were once
at the end
all those things are just
a world of words
empty words
without echo, without light
without meaning
without you
they will turn off the lights
they will close the door
but the keys to our home…
will be the reason why
the ivy will never stop
climbing the walls
I, with slow steps
with all my words on my back
will go to our encounter

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Denis Thorpe was a photographer for The Guardian and had met Lowry on several occasions. On that morning, February 24, 1976, Thorpe, who had heard the news of Lowry’s death, decided to pass by The Elms and pay his respects. He saw the vans and the men removing items from the property, the people stood around and other making lists. He quickly assessed the situation and noted that nobody seemed to be documenting the scene.
“You’re actually dismantling history,” he told the officials soon after introducing himself. “Do you think you could stop and let me come in before you go any further?” Mercifully they agreed.
Thorpe entered The Elms and headed into the living room. He took out his camera and started to capture the scene. Lowry’s Lytham Yachts painting was still in the room, the portraits of his parents, of Ann, a Jacob Epstein bust and his mother’s old clocks. There were gaps on the walls where the removal men had already taken paintings away, the frame marks left behind made it obvious to see where they had been. Thorpe felt a great sense of urgency to take as many photographs as possible. His heart was pounding as he felt he could be told to stop at any moment and let the removal work continue.
Thorpe left the living room and stood in the hall beneath the stairs. His photographs show yet more clocks and the light that seemed to flood the space from above. One of Lowry’s trilbies sat perched on the stair post.
Next, he entered Lowry’s studio (the workroom as it was known) where he took shots of the piles and piles of paintings dotted around. On the large easel were two small single figure paintings positioned side-by-side. His last works it seemed. Above the fireplace hung several pictures, including one by the Wigan artist, James Lawrence Isherwood. Lowry had shown support to many Northern artists in his life. On the mantelpiece sat another Jacob Epstein head sculpture as well as a painting of Ann.
Thorpe headed up the stairs and into Lowry’s bedroom where he was greeted by his biggest surprise. As he turned and looked up he saw that Lowry’s Rossetti women drawings were hung around the bed. Mrs William Morris – c.1870, Aspecta Medusa – 1867 and Alexa Wilding – 1866, all positioned on the wall behind the headboard. Another Rossetti, Reverie – 1868, the model for which was also William Morris’s wife, Jane, was located next to the door. Lowry had deeply admired the work of the Pre-Raphaelites and was a huge fan of Rossetti as well as Ford Madox Brown.
Before leaving the house, Thorpe photographed Lowry’s old macs and trilbies and a cloth cap which all hung in the small vestibule by the front door. He didn’t realise that Lowry had made a small drawing of that exact same little scene in 1965.
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