She knew that self-deprecation
Would attract the wrong kind of friends.
They would think of it as an invitation
To make fun of her, call her names,
Shouting obscenities at her thick skin,
And she would laugh because that’s what she does,
Not take herself seriously. They had no idea who she really was.
And they would have an absence of humour,
They would never be able to take a joke, not
When it is about themselves. They can only dish out.
And she grew up and close to all of these jokes and images,
Those laughing ugly grimaces of her pseudo friends who
Felt relieved by her ways, who gained confidence by absorbing her.
And she would go on for years because she felt so alone and
She abandoned all of her strengths and truths.
“Portrait of a Lady Wearing a Patch” by Robert Peake the Elder (1551-1619)
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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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