The movements of your
Mouth
Scare me. You never know what might
Escape.
You are not always in charge.
I think and you speak.
There is no parachute in-between.
I look upon your face and imagine your voice,
What you might say and
The shapes of the words
Become monsters in my head.
I cannot rely on my mind
And the conflict it creates.
Your body drags its weight
Across my imagination like
A thunder that never recedes.
It has nothing in common
With the lightheartedness of the real
Thing, your body, your intentions.
But
Why does my mind think that it is
Necessary to
Visualise you with such
Exaggerations?
Is it saying to me
That I can’t see you
Clearly
For what you are,
For what I am to you?
“Mother of 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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