She left this world quietly, slowly, it had rested on her shoulders
Far too long and she sat in every corner of the house alone with
All of her unbearable demons. She had nothing to say to anyone.
She had erased her own memory, her scent in the stripped bed.
As if she stepped into a river without needing any more air, without
Vocalising her grief over herself. She sought solace in a realm that everybody fears.
Her face had been a letter without words.
She would sit next to me and her mind just
Felt so heavy, she looked the other way. She
Couldn’t stand it, people looking at her, figuring
It out. She wouldn’t speak. I knew her well. Her body
Enacted her and she left me without ever looking back.
“Profile of a Woman (Zorka)” 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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