a cat kissed me yesterday and i didnt even know her
The MINOTAUR BLUES
Photo by KRYS FOX
BROOKLYN, NY 2012
Model: JUANO DIAZ
#modern minotaur feelings #the city is the labyrinth; with all its shining lights reflected in gutterwater and strange alleyways that lead to nowhere #with bricks cemented in the blood of long forgotten sacrifices and skyscrapers towering like palaces built in the twisting streets that lead #and the beast who roams the shadows; bleeding from sewer to neon lights and back again #the beast they all warn their children about; the beast the young people go hunting; with a bacchanalian gleam in their eyes #the beast who stares back from the flashing windows of a subway train #who is the beating roaring heart of the eternal city full of lost souls #the minotaur (okayophelia)
margita-in-slacks said: Thoughts on Francis Abernathy..?
Francis. Francis. Francis is the Prince.
If you have been reading a bit of what I think of them all, then you’ll know that Francis is no exception: I consider him to be weak, to be shallow, to be privileged in a way that messed him up. Francis is an only child, the obsession of an over-bearing, over-childish mother, and the product of an European and expensive education; he knows that he is intelligent, he relishes the fact that he is rich, and most of all, he has to be the center of attention. Does it remind you of something? Oh, yeah. Francis is a 10-year-old. Unwilling mama’s boy, assumed drama queen, anguished hypochondriac, sulky idler, and most of all, fearful fearful boy. His panic attacks after the murder, his attachment to a boy who will never love him back, his way of fishing after forgiveness when he’s been too shrewd, his need for money and ultimate incapacity of being independent show an infantile vulnerability, a need to be cared for. That’s why he talks louder, that’s why he gets sick, whiny, that’s why he calls in the middle of the night.
senior year of high school i had the battiest old lady for my ap lit class and we had to get up and present a poem and i totally forgot to memorize one so i got up in the front of the room and recited “hotel california” word for word with a straight face and everyone was like cracking up and the teacher gave me a hundred for being “insightful and poetic”