Salvador Dalí, The Hallucinogenic Toreador, 1968-70
Venus flies at night
rugged-faced
androgynous as a whistle
a cactus breeds
listens with
two heads at the same time
(a bit like walking
without sunshine)
perhaps a better woman
would have squeezed the world
no.
a better woman
would have told you
happiness is
singing with your hair down
in spite of all the
promiscuous faces
the violin tears, the dense
explosion of flowers
what philosophers say:
make love of unfathomable objects
put an owl in every clock and a
groove on every mountainside, friend
this is the formula for living:
accumulate stars and tomorrow
they will still be houses
Image from Daily Art Magazine.
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12 responses to “Venus Flies at Night”
Love this from start to finish, especially…
“happiness is
singing with your hair down.”
Glad you make and share.
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Thank you very much. I’m happy you enjoyed it.
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You have the formula for enchanting poetry. 💖
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Thank you, Michele 😊
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💐
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We all formulate our own theories of how we should behave, how we should, live our lives, based off of the interactions with have with our external environment.
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That’s true. There’s no single approach that suits everyone.
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Excellent! “make love of unfathomable objects” that is a wonderful line.
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Thank you very much, Bob.
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“a better woman would have told you happiness is singing with your hair down in spite of all the
promiscuous faces the violin tears, the dense explosion of flowers”…such great writing, creates such specific images in my mind as I walk among the indiscriminate…
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Thank you. I’m glad that imagery told you a story. Sometimes we need reminders like that to cut through the haze of everyday life.
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