I exposed a naked chair beneath a skylight and thought of you.
The catastrophe of ignored harmonies, chords unstruck. The self-
Administered decline into a trickling stutter. To lose everything that
Remains cornered. Introducing cruelty with wrinkled curtains, left and right.
I subvert my vulnerability and the world shushes and you’re infested with
Burnt shadows that attack everything hysterical within you. And everybody
Hides behind a one-legged tree, tense, and you stop smiling at me.
“Lilakalapos hölgy rókával” 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').
My debut novel, 'Within Paravent Walls', will be published by WiDo Publishing / E. L. Marker.
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