To Daniel Halévy
If I had money from a boundless mint
and sinew enough in hands, lips, loins,
I’d shun the vanity of politics and print,
and leave—tomorrow? No, tonight!—for lawns
luminous with artificial green
(without the rustic flaws of frost and vermin),
where I’d forever be sleeping with one
warm child or other: François? Firmin? …
For what is manly mockery to me?
Let Sodom’s apples burn, acre by acre,
I’d savor still the sweat of those sweet limbs!
Beneath a solar gold, a lunar nacre,
I’d… languish (an ars moriendi of my own),
deaf to the knell of dreary Decency!
|—||‘Pederasty,’ Proust’s first known poem, written when he was 17, shows him struggling with his homosexual urges. It appears in The Collected Poems of Marcel Proust, most poems in which have never been published in English before. (via explore-blog)|
A new exhibition at the Manchester Art Gallery showcases the photographer’s exploration of the most upsetting parts of the human psyche.
Last month we featured the work of Lee Jeffries, a self-taught photographer who is crusading to bring attention to the plight of the homeless. Here, he shares his latest work from Miami exclusively with LightBox.