I’ve turned as surreal as an umbrella.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrose
We’ve come a long way from Emily Dickinson to wearing a milliner’s interpretation of a bird deathbed. Come kiss me, Vanessa’s changelings. I issue myself as scent from the painstaking enfleurage of all my history. Grenouille would have kept my hair in fat, if I were still a virgin.
Veins of Brilliant Metal
A woman can be an assemblage that looks as light as lumps of sugar and feels as heavy as marble. The difference can only be noted if you intend to serve tea at 5 o’clock.
Sssssssélavy
Eros-Rose, c’est la vie. Would I be a statue or a cello in a rayograph?
fragments & references – Man Ray/Rrose Sélavy, Michael Cunningham – The Hours, Phillip Glass – Vanessa and the Changelings, Patrick Suskind – The Perfume.
