Luxe, calme et volupté.
There all is order and beauty,
Luxury, peace, and pleasure.
-Charles Baudelaire
If only life were the dramatization of Henri Matisse's painting Luxe, Calme et Volupté. People sunbathing at the beach.
In the spring of youth my portrait clings fast to a lacquered grey nuance; intimations of a lurking sinister depth. Of this inexplicable melancholy I have little explanation, and still less justification. As it is with Durian, so it is with life- This season I have taken to a liking for the bittersweet.
Dear Brian Peters, this is to us, and our philosophizing over:
a) Physiological limits to happiness;
b) It's effervescence; and
c) The impossibility of knowing in what measure it will return, if at all.
Is anyone with me when I say that sometimes the anticipation of happiness is more poignant and reliable than moments of happiness themselves? Perhaps the most reliable form of pleasure is a general spirit of hope and optimism.
Or maybe its a nice stroll with animals in a park!
Thank you Thank you James Joyce for describing the prince of little girls and women alike: A man, in whose company all your thoughts morph into hyperboles, and whose name is a summons to all your foolish blood. He is your captor but you a willing victim :)
Have been absent lately because of schedules and Sartre. The former a practical hurdle and the latter a (potent) ideological one. The freedom from this blog is intoxicating... but this post is dedicated to those who cared enough to email me (:
Happy Birthday Siu Ling! You know that we love you with a zealous, fiery love.
This is make-believe us in Helsinki. Photo credits-Bobby
Have a great week girls! And an Incredibly Happy Chinese New Year this weekend!!! (: Will definitely be celebrating here too! Lots of virtual love, Su
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