Sunday, March 13, 2011
"Map of terror and pleasure"
Map of terror and pleasure,
ardent junk, passionate congress
filled with the arguments of chemicals,
Echo chamber for the fanatical cries
of stubborn generations, all the quaint invisibles
death has grown a beard on,
labyrinth of desire, playing field of impulse,
factory where decay's silent armies clock in,
philosopher-clown blowing a horn at each epiphany.
From "Body" by Alissa Leigh.
Study from life: Nude male, John Trumbull, 1795-96