samedi 16 février 2019

Blond hair Adonis





Hi Mark,

We enjoy reading your blog...
You are sometimes so... lyrical...
You are quite intellectual too...
You think too much...
You like too much to write,
I mean, to find the right words...

Life is perhaps simpler as you mean...
I mean, there are young men, men loving young men,
Well, there is no problem, business as usual,
Games of desire, teasing, seduction...

I guess you know
What my smile means...
Yes, I mean it...

Twin Brother


When you told me you had a twin brother,
I was deeply troubled...
I was insecure...
I was not sure who I loved,
Who I was in love with,
You, your brother?

I was unable to decide...
As twin brothers, you were so close, so similar...

I decided to love the both of you...
And you were happy with that...
We were three lovers...

It was so difficult for me to know who was who...
You were two boys I loved deeply, passionately...

I will never know who was Castor, who was Pollux...
You never told me...

I feel I loved the same boy,
You, and your reflection on the mirror...

I still wonder on which side of the mirror I was...

Silence


And then, we kept silent...
You looked at your shoes...
I looked at the sky...

Words were useless...
Just a gaze would be the answer...

How will you look at me?

Heart


I don't know what is the origin, the explanation of this popular shape of the heart, meaning "I love you".

Obviously, a human heart has a different shape.

Where does this shape come from?

At what time did it appear?

It is not obvious to mean "I love you" with this fingers position.

What is the story behind it?

Does anyone of my followers / readers know?

vendredi 15 février 2019

The Art of Gaston Goor



(private collection)

"Mon cher Goor,

Je suis sûr que sous les cendres du Vésuve, dans les terres de Pompéi que les pioches des archéologues n'ont pas encore entr'ouvertes, on trouvera des villas romaines ornées de vos fresques...

Formosus puer...

Kalos ho pais...

Personne n'a aussi bien célébré, de la pointe de ses crayons, ces beautés qui ne durent que le temps d'une floraison, d'un printemps...

Avec vous, mon cher Goor, c'est le Sacre du Printemps...

Je suis sûr que Straton, Théocrite, Virgile, Pétrone auraient adoré !

A propos de Pétrone, que diriez-vous d'illustrer la délicieuse histoire de l'Ephèbe de Pergame ?

Je vous envoie la traduction émasculée d'Ernout. Je sais que vous redonnerez de la vigueur, de la verdeur et un peu de rigidité à ces pages assoupies par la pudeur philologique.

Bien à vous

XXXX"

Archives de Gaston Goor, vers 1970.

White Flowers