Belgian Symbolist painter Fernand Khnopff
avant-garde art he love quite a lot
Pastel dream lady-like was his thing
in Memories' the tennis scene a novel swing
if I should lean ~ be my counter balance
I ask no more
within this striking state
of interdependence
more is asked & more is gained
I am saved
but eyes glaze
the futility of salvation
an ever present hum
the choice always present ~
break apart
break the spell
startle the sleeper
the written becomes oblique
though half rests whilst half is ready to run
figments merge
purge reality
only rest & unrest remain
allow me to lean
Inspired by Caresses by Fernand Khnopff
Belgian Fernand Khnopff a symbolist
achieving cult status as an artist
'Listening to Flowers'*so unique
introspective style so unique
Modernist Fernand Leger
elievdd in art as social care
His genretook a moral view
for pure aesthetic he did eschew
Long ago in a faraway land,
There lived a man, named Iris Fernand.
He was a handsome man yet so proud,
"Get out of my way,"he would say aloud.
His name was high and status great,
Poor was he though in conduct and fate.
Cruelty was his sword and pride his armor,
Worse he became with each hour,
Then something happened quite unexpected,
To the one who was widely detested.
Days passed by and no one saw him out,
A man came up and shouted aloud,
"Iris is now on his way to hell,"
They hugged and wished each other well.
Everyone hated Iris for he was too proud,
And no one was willing to give him even a shroud.
He lies down and pays now in hell for his deeds,
For his life was malicious, full of greeds.
Long ago in a faraway land,
There lived a man, named Iris Fernand.
He was a handsome man yet so proud,
"Get out of my way,"he would say aloud.
His name was high and status great,
Poor was he though in conduct and fate.
Cruelty was his sword and pride his armor,
Worse he became with each hour,
Then something happened quite unexpected,
To the one who was widely detested.
Days passed by and no one saw him out,
A man came up and shouted aloud,
"Iris is now on his way to hell,"
They hugged and wished each other well.
Everyone hated Iris for he was too proud,
And no one was willing to give him even a shroud.
He lies down and pays now in hell for his deeds,
For his life was malicious, full of greeds.
(Henriette hired Fernand Labori, the superstar
defence lawyer who had recently acted for
Dreyfus. Old and cynical, he advises her to
play on her sexy image.)
6. Fernand Labori
I've long since left off thinking of it thus.
It's putting on an act, that's all it is.
The ones who play it honest miss the bus.
You'll give it drama, colour, fervour, fizz.
A woman's always stronger than a man,
since men are tethered by the nether parts.
I'm sure you'll give it everything you can.
Your jurors are all men -- so break their hearts!
You have the looks, so hit them where they live.
You shot a man to death? The nation shrugs.
The only thing the French will not forgive
is if you're sexless. Let them see those dugs.
Admit it all, and argue crime of passion.
Oh yes, you took a gun, but meant restraint.
To win the women, wear the latest fashion:
to win the men, it helps if you can faint.
Just flash an ankle, watch them strain their necks.
(And still, we label you the weaker sex!)
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