Djuna had been called a lost cause.
The lost cause with the golden heart.
People took her hands and they dissolved.
The malfunctions of her heart.
Djuna wants to move.
Everything rhymes with ‘move’.
The possibilities are endless.
There is no world without travel.
The only horizons she knows are open and endless.
Untouched and unmolested by human hands and brains.
Don’t shut her out.
It’s an attitude that disappoints her and breaks her heart.
Let her move onward.
She has heard enough.
She cannot wander if her heart is not in it.
It always takes her elsewhere.
And what is so wrong about that?
The orange is peeled. The juice extracted.
The smile turned away to the moonlight.
And she walks with the wind urging her back.
“Echo” by Robert Payton Reid (1859-1945)
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My name is Laura Gentile. I’m of German-Italian descent and I speak five languages such as English, German, French, Italian, Luxembourgish and I’m currently learning Romanian.
I hold a Master of Arts Degree in English Literature, Film and Visual Culture (Dissertation: The Decadent in Love with his Psychopomp: Thomas Mann's 'Death in Venice' and Adrian Lyne's 'Lolita') and a Master of Letters by Research in English Literature, Film and Visual Culture (Thesis: Romanticising Decadence and Aestheticising Death: Women as Projection Bodies and Mimetic Identities in Zola’s 'Thérèse Raquin', Schnitzler’s 'Dream Story', Süskind’s 'Perfume: The Story of a Murderer' and Eugenides’ 'The Virgin Suicides').
Author of "Within Paravent Walls". Pentalingual Idealist. Writer of psycho-corporeal Poetry. Creator of Croque-Melpomene & Les Femmes de la Décadence.
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