Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Me big, me strong, me kill someone
Profile and body so like the guy I loved long ago.
Mon âme a son secret, ma vie a son mystère
Un amour éternel en un moment conçu:
Le mal est sans espoir, aussi j'ai dû le taire,
Et celle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.
Except, of course, not 'celle'. Not a woman.
Or perhaps:
I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation
prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king
and queen moult no feather. I have of late--but
wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all
custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Labels:
Félix Arvers,
French,
Hamlet,
hunk,
nude,
poetry,
Shakespeare,
shoon under bed,
tattoos,
The Goon Show
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