Sunday, March 14, 2010

Something expensive

The world knows you possess it--it is yours:
Sweaters and sweatshirts, jeans and tailored suits,
Shampoo and suntan lotion and perfume. . . .
You move among all things and pick and choose,
Consummately consuming, never to be consumed.

Great models when they dress--and undress too--
Consciously pose to emulate your
pose:
You cross the street, the sunlight in your hair,
And stop to talk; you lean back in a chair. . . .

You mould all things around the way you move,
And everything so yields itself to you,
It is your body's fashion that shows through.

And my heart, dangling in its wooden cage,
Like a chained dog that cries "Wolf! Wolf!" all night,
Leaps, tugs, and jerks, and yanks and strains,
Hanging itself in helpless rage
The moment you come into sight.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Fur









Impressive

Paul Freeman Photography



Symmetry

Like Ralph Pfundstein, there is also Bart Horne













Like my crush on Ralph Pfundstein, I was also bonkers over Bart Horne.  He is another reason I started this blog a few years ago.  He has the most magnificently florid bush!

Franco Abruzzi