Edvard Munch (Norwegian, 1863-1944)
To swing on the spiral of our Divinity and still be a human...
The kiss of death.
This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery. The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mortin Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
Angry me: Christ on a fucking stick!
Penitent me: Sorry, Jesus.
Miss you, Maggie.
Thanks for your light…and dark.
it’s hard as hell, to not look
but the last time, when you said
why I shouldn’t, I took that in
and so I don’t, but still
it’s hard, as
Little is “lovely and perfect.”
And her name is Etty.