Epilogue
Jolie Laide
There she hangs, his masterpiece and her own,
Immortalised in paint, painted over until,
A finished moment masks all that went before.
This Jolie Laide, new illusion of truth,
breaks the old mirror of imagined beauty and,
Up rise a confluence of feelings
As we stand before it.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
At Home
Ohhh, you haven't touched your Video or the cassette mama ! the visitor kneels beside the elderly lady. She's looking at the trees...
-
Close your critical eye; Listen and use every other faculty. Disregard the illusion of progress, Of individuality parading in succes...
-
I t must be Summer 1982, my memory's not great for dates, but I can place it by looking up the facts on Wiki, plus she's wearing s...