Friday, August 19, 2016

Suppose it were Friday cxvi: Summer heroes










  When at last I bring my 
  self to sup upon their 
  symmetry in slender 
  sections, fanned out 
  in their shimmering to 
  sweat in virgin oil 
  beneath a mist in which
  they bleed of balsam 
  vinegar, I'm not reminded
  of the prancing horse in 
  the Limoges until they're 
  gone.





























Torso Gaddi
Uffizi Gallery
1st Century BC

Patrick Frey
Gonesse 
ca 1990

Paddy Mitchell







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