Against the fallen snow, an incarnation of beauty stands tall. The hissing of death, and the muted rounds of music make to ascend, like a risen ghost, the trembling, the cherished form. Wounds of scarlet and black erupt across the surface of the superb skin. All the proper colors of life darken and deepen, clear and break free, circling about as the vision is constructed.
Mother of all children ( μητέρα όλων των παιδιών )
Formerly, assuming I remember correctly, my life was a banquet, wherein all hearts were open, and all wines flowed. One night, I sat beauty on my lap.—And I found her to be bitter.—And I hurled abuse at her.
Lost love is a popular topic in art and literature as it is something nearly every person can relate with. The post WWI poem by Edna Vincent Millay, “What Lips My Lips Have Kissed and Where and Why,” is a poem about lost love in which the persona grieves for her love whom she lost in the war. “Thank u, next” is a recent hit song by Arianna Grande about her gratitude towards her past loves. “What Lips My Lips Have Kissed and Where and Why” and “thank u, next” are both pieces that deal with realistic perspectives of lost love in different, yet effective ways, each using unique form and style from the other.
All the enormous, violent and atrocious gestures of Hortense are violated. Her solitude is the mechanism of her eroticism; her lassitude an amorous dynamic. Beneath the watchful eye of the child, there is her, and her summer; in numerous eras, she has been the ardent purifier of races. Her portal is always flung wide for every sorrow. In that place, the morality of the living is released bodily by her passionate acts. Oh—terrible shiver of new loves on the blood-soaked grounds—Find Hortence.
Today not having a thing at all, but all my tomorrow’s on a shelf, by myself... at the edge of the rainbow. She came into the picture till she kiss a beautiful eclipse, it hit. Lots of interesting drops at a new day, of the coffee grind, a drip drop of coffee, on the topic of the ideal taste.