Does the habitual expression of your lips express your personality, / Or does your personality organize itself around such things as / Your lips’ look?
Let those sans sin, one might reply / Yet what’s so special about our times, . . . we shun or, better, expose / Those humans painting too unclothed! / And saying, doing, quite savage things. / While we, the pure, accusations sling!
How much of life passes in a dimmer light; / Mid a little bit of hopping, mostly we snore? Image inspired by Picasso’s “Homme au maillot.” As for the poem laid on top—inspired by an aging prostate?
James Joyce called attention to our “epiphanies,” but some of us live through days upon days filled with epiphanies and storms and wild hopes and dullness . . . Et “Quand c’est fini, N-i, ni, ni, Ça recommence” (Léo Ferré). Which leads to a poem overlaid on a drawing, and accompanied by another drawing, done in the café of the Rubin Museum. Vita longa, ars brevis?