Info, or links that point to more info, about this artist can be found here (archived if necessary), here, here, here (can be read in full for free on Fridays), and here, perhaps in addition to what’s in his Wikipedia page (Google translated French Wikipedia page currently has much more).
/// She held her head perfectly angled,
unobscured by her hair, short and tangled.
Checked the lighting out first,
kept her lips slightly pursed,
and stared into her mirror (gold spangled).
/// In her Vanitas she is perfection.
She no longer sought out her reflection
in a man’s loving eyes,
for she came to despise
his assumption she wants his erection.
/// By her own image she is enslaved.
(Before selfies, face could not be saved.)
When she looks in the glass
her expression says “class.”
In her memory it’s been engraved.
/// Though her breasts both look perky today
she cannot give her bosom an “A.”
Their grade should move up
to a much larger cup,
but their symmetry’s more than OK.
/// Next she’ll move down to dote on her bod,
scrutinizing her fleshy facade.
She thinks she is best viewed
sitting down in the nude,
with no men around (sparing the rod).
/// She won’t stop at her waist when appraising
how she looks, which she thinks is amazing.
She’ll uncover her crotch;
mirror’s held down to watch
what some women called “consciousness raising.”
Solstice*1947
9 months ago
/// At a time when some prices may triple,
inflation, our budgets can cripple. Vanitas can distract
with her breast-baring act.
She strips for her cause: Free the Nipple.
Info, or links that point to more info, about this artist can be found here (archived if necessary), here, here, here (can be read in full for free on Fridays), and here, perhaps in addition to what’s in his Wikipedia page (Google translated French Wikipedia page currently has much more).
Perhaps more about this artist can be found here.
/// She held her head perfectly angled,
unobscured by her hair, short and tangled.
Checked the lighting out first,
kept her lips slightly pursed,
and stared into her mirror (gold spangled).
/// In her Vanitas she is perfection.
She no longer sought out her reflection
in a man’s loving eyes,
for she came to despise
his assumption she wants his erection.
/// By her own image she is enslaved.
(Before selfies, face could not be saved.)
When she looks in the glass
her expression says “class.”
In her memory it’s been engraved.
/// Though her breasts both look perky today
she cannot give her bosom an “A.”
Their grade should move up
to a much larger cup,
but their symmetry’s more than OK.
/// Next she’ll move down to dote on her bod,
scrutinizing her fleshy facade.
She thinks she is best viewed
sitting down in the nude,
with no men around (sparing the rod).
/// She won’t stop at her waist when appraising
how she looks, which she thinks is amazing.
She’ll uncover her crotch;
mirror’s held down to watch
what some women called “consciousness raising.”
/// At a time when some prices may triple,
inflation, our budgets can cripple.
Vanitas can distract
with her breast-baring act.
She strips for her cause: Free the Nipple.