I can’t remember how I grew into this body of a woman.
I felt I could never do it justice, that I would never be ready to take
Everything on, everything that dripped down onto me, all the guilt
And shame and stigmata, from skin to skin, alienated, rejuvenated.
Why did nobody cure it or set it afire, these inherited foul patterns?
Why was the matter of inhabiting those identities a tongue-tied contract?
I was born with my own expression in my face and my mouth.
I went to school to verbalise my own thoughts and desires.
Then I slowly entered this body and everything seemed super-imposed
And predetermined, fake and man-made, constricted, kept in check.
We were incompatible, I lost track of my own identity, artifice made me collapse.
And I recognised the same agony I rejected in my mother’s womb.
“Young Woman in Hat” by József Rippl-Rónai (1861-1927)
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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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