A slim young man draws the hand of a hulky ancient:
Women huddle in threes and concern themselves with very old things:
Think about them all you want:
They will never think about you:
April 1, 2008
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That statue of the youthful Hercules, while extraordinarily hunky, is a cobbled-together jumble of ancient pieces and 17th century restorations:
"Restoration made during the early 17th century: head and neck, right arm below the shoulder, left arm and shoulder, right leg below the knee, left leg, tree trunk, club, plinth"
The youthful Hercules, massive, muscled and confident looking, is in reality a tattered old husk pieced together by extreme cosmetic surgery and spackle. Kind of like most of the gay men in New York.
Mars and Venus, the eternal verities,
He has balls, she has titties.
All in all consumed by these,
The ancient and always verities.
Either the 17th century restorers chose not to restore an important element of youthful Hercules, or they did a poor (impermanent) job.
The world is left wondering.
In the room the women come and go,
Thinking of Michaelangelo.
Trey (with appologies to T.S. Eliot)
No wallets.
What no Titus comment?
That's a guy in the red shirt?
Yes, that's a guy.
I forgot he's an art student. That fruity and he's drawing his hand with all that succulent beef on display. No accounting for taste. Or perhaps it's easier to concentrate.
Oh, yeah, just imagine an art student sitting at the Met elaborately rending some statue's broken off penis and testicles. I'd love to have a hidden camera recording the reactions of museum goers as the sidle up and look at the drawing.
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