An exploration of feminist indulgence, excess, and gratification via the colour red in Věra Chytilová’s Czech New Wave masterpiece Daisies (1966).
one chance out of zero,
but spent a youth chasing
what I am still not.
Appel turns his professional interest in the workings of the human mind to a narrative exploration of the reasons we tell lies.
points for you if you are boss of the building, every lock
warm at your fingertips, every door’s soft click
yours as it shuts, every window with your face
reflected in it.
Above the house a low sun like a wrecking ball,
the world at the horizon splintered like a Rothko
i order a long black
he looks at me
man on man gaze
douse it douse it douse it
strike a match and freeze the scene
I want to feel
the warm milk of your smile.
I want to see your reflection
in the moon’s mirror, polished like spring bones.
Beautiful photographic studies of the outdoors in black and white.
She was not like unwitting prey,
That had never sighted the lion;
She fled from him, knowing
As she did what it meant…
i’d put stickers all over the moon
and hang it from the ceiling
in the living room
sunshine snacked on