Opus consternates – post-
pernicious insertions – per-
haps haphazard in its
Over-elaborated and hazard-
ed (as in a game, homo ludens after all)
construction. The work. Form-
ed, perhaps stylishly, orphaned moment
of effect effortlessly wrought, the genius
– between his laric dancers –
in all manner of ire and in-
dignation against even muses
now, no longer faithful, no, no
longer hewn in the mold of the pro-
phet, the priest, or even the ad-
dict. An older man. Bewarn-
ed of dogs and rags and loose
pussies (as the wise man of Memphis
in his ditty sings). I, too,
want to see scenes (a lararium!)
from my works in mosaic
– or fresco even – adorning the walls
of Pompeii.
1/6/2011
Neapolis
