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.
transformedia Said:
on December 8, 2008 at 1:14 am
one of those hairs a meter long dropped from a meter.
Blue canvas.
Decoupage.
The curling shaped.
Cutting the 3 stoppages away from our simpleton artistic judgements.
What flows through those veins, those threads, those hairs from on high.
mj calitz Said:
on December 11, 2008 at 6:37 pm
my pretty…
you have lifted me today, ana
thank you!
and so…a little present for you inside your rasberry lipped alice’s birdhouse
be loved
mj