|"Bound to adore you, fatherless child"|
Au revoir Marilyn...if there's a wish, pay your visit to Mr. Dickens. For he, like many another literary man, is bound to adore you, fatherless child."
- Norman Mailer
"Dream baby dream...forever"
- Alan Vega/Suicide
Ah... the patron saint of Beautiful Losers.
They got it wrong. Narcissus wanted to drown.
... Her appeal? ... just make it back into her arms and nothing could ever get you. No guilt. No nothing. Held forever in the soft embrace of death and forgiveness.
She once called the ocean 'a big mother'. She knew.
So she might say... “This evening it’s only us. Forget all before and all to come, stroll the sand 'til twilight and watch the waves roll in.”
|"Dream baby dream...|
She was — and went the way of — all flesh. It's puzzling — with her unseen — she has become even more.
For she belongs now on the coastline, wet hair, and cold salt spray running dark rivulets down the curved glass of her face and body.