The poet Louise Gluck has become the first American woman to win the Nobel prize for literature in 27 years, cited for “her unmistakable poetic voice that with austere beauty makes individual existence universal”.
Exhilarating photography by the surrealists Thank you Equinoxio.
Dora Maar by Dora Maar. Paris. Mid 30’s. Amazing expo at Pompidou, July 2019.
Dora Maar, born Henriette Dora Markowitch in Paris in 1907, was a French photographer and artist who rose to fame in the 30’s. She knew only the best players of the time. Unfairly “catalogued” as “just one” of Picasso’s many lovers, she was a talented woman with a wide range of interest from photography to painting. The expo last year gave her justice.
Model by Dora Maar, early 30’s. Maar set up a photo studio with Pierre Kiefer. I suppose it was easier for a woman then to present a “male” front. A male signature. Remember women in France did not vote until 1944-1946. The model above still represents the evolution of the time: hair cut short, a man’s jacket on a straight skirt.
Fashion photograph. Mid 30s’
Dora Maar experimented…
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Always a little wonky and a little wild and a little frayed, mainly because she was never entirely sure how to draw herself (even with the entire sky as her paintbox),
Rotorelle swooped her way through strange and turbulent times…
and when people saw her, blazing a trail over angry protest marches, they raised their guns and their flags and their attitude mottos in her honour, expecting her to be a real badass.
But her song of choice, for all the vibrant colours of its melody, was a deeply gentle one.
It was the one song she could never ignore… the one song she could never switch off… the one song that caught in her breath and died in the sunset…
as vulnerable as the light from distant floating stars…
Such a tender face I saw,
dancing with all the things I’m not.
Such a tender face I saw,
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To my delight Hyperion has chosen my poem to introduce this sensual and delightful story. Thank you Dan, I am very honored!
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knows her power
heaving out of her like
red clay forming stars
the power it has on
those who watch
unable to quit her
imperfection as much an aphrodisiac
as those fine lines converging into
her thin bones
drawn tight and ageless
she smiles a drowsy grin
down turned eyes glinting
the thin shake of her hair
sharp curve in high cheeks
noble and unrepentant
she has more confidence than you
with your excuses and your fumblings
could ever possess
if she’d taught you, she’d have said
no, no, no you’re doing it all wrong
if you want that woman to like you
be cold, be indifferent
and occasionally, throw her a scrap
don’t ever show her your full regard or
the depth of your eyes
heft her over your shoulder when the time comes
take her to a dark place and without apology
do what you must, thinking…
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