I can’t remember the first time I recognised
My face in a mirror. The image of me. Through
My eyes, the glass, the light and darkness.
There was no cowardice, no betrayal, no thoughts
Stampeding over what I considered to be myself in my mind.
I looked at you and I can’t remember, can’t think of the feeling.
I wonder when loss occurred, how long it took to dismantle,
To destroy everything. Was I even looking when it all happened?
Was I an accomplice? I pirouette around my own body, poking myself.
I can’t see myself in all these gestures, turns and behavioural patterns,
It’s a fury from within, injected, umbilical cord to umbilical cord, the womb,
In a vicious circle, mumbling memories from the infinite past putting me to sleepwalk.
“Lili Lauser” by Hans Makart (1840-1884)
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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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