No More Cannibals

7: Louvre 2

June 18, 2008 · Leave a Comment

Almost irresistible urge to draw a mustache on a Van Dyck nun…luckily resistible. Wonder briefly at the fine, wonder briefly that the one body will attract many. I came into a small room full of golden frames only inches of purple slate wall visible and sat on a place by the window, wanted to lean against the wall and have someone opposite me in the five foot space to face to converse with. It was an empty room when I came in and empty when I left.


you don’t have to turn me into an old lady for me to wash your feet. I would give you pearls and pendants beforehand.
Rembrandt.
we can revert to childhood and ride goat drawn carriages through a grove of inequity. Bol.
Fabre’s coffin peacock is super dope.
the Dutch were understandably obsessed with ships, but it makes for redundancy.
After navigating the top floor I had to sit and gather myself. It took me until one, I am fairly certain.
Create tapestries of our escapades. Drink ourselves to oblivion using ivory and gold mugs from the 17th century.
beautiful young ladies, French, fascinated with Greek jewelry.

A slight Botecelli clutch, gold overhead. People as glaring canvases of realism and fantasy careening while blurry eyed slight double vision centuries and centuries piled on, I sit. Against a sloping and comfortable gray bench just inside the Italian gallery. And I prefer the golden circle backdrops of Italy, where almost everyone is ready for their own currency. Where I had the top floor almost to myself, this section is full with the sounds and echoes of humanity.
a tall and very pretty Japanese girl speaks Spanish and listens to a guide.
Suck your breast as Barnaba da Modena paints me/us staring at every passerby. We will go to a place visited by millions a year.
fat fat babies blessing people cherub with owl heads, fauns, centaurs, saggy breasted monkey women, tree people, dragonfly wings, amazing, Andrea Mantegna 1506.

The closest you can get to…
Two pigeons having sex while Cupid is about to stab them and Venus looks on. Sustris.
and then the huge, impressive “Les Noces de Cana”
The closest you can get to La Jaconde is more than fifteen feet. People surround it, I stop to write this and a woman sits next to me and gets her picture taken. They are from the states. I am disappointed in La Jaconde only because I can’t really see it and all desire leaves me. There is a child on my left now, I am surrounded by people and old master works in what is the most famous and celebrated museum in the world.
UFO’s behind a crucified cross 16th Campi.
Ribera’s beautiful Christ. The difference of hair and shadow. I sat in front of it, admiring the texture – wishing the two men who came up in front of it after I sat would move on. It is one of my favorites.
La Deposition du Christ.
Goya’s Miriana is funny.
Cherub in a Coppertone ad: 1661 Murillo: “La Naissance de la Vierge”
Let’s hunt each other like Mola’s oriental general pirates. Turbans atop our heads, bow in hand, snow leopard pelt gleaming before we give in to one another’s campaigns.
Get practical before our excursion into the infinite.

In the Louvre Café Mollien I had a carafe of rose Cote du Leberon for 6E20 which was exactly right with mind body taste buds
Dress as Chasseriau would have us. Twin haircuts.
Cleave to me as Les Ombres de Francesca da Rimini et de Paulo Malatesta Apparaissant a Dante et a Virgile 1855.
I am in love with Delacroix’s large and violent idea paintings.

After seeing the small and unfinished now I come on the larger than life sized Medusa Raft. I should have gotten a free wheelchair so I could park in front of it.
The blue cloth bubbles, and the looks of despair are poignant. A tour of young adolescents sits by and a woman tells the true story in French and English alternately – I cannot tell if these English speaking kids are tourists or residents learning the language. It gets hot so after fifteen minutes or so I move on.

Ride a griffin to rescue you from certain death mouth of serpent.
Ingres, “Don’t look so bored, Angelique, I’m re deliverant you.”
The expressions of Ingres.

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