Federico Andahazi’s The Anatomist If literature ever flirted with anatomy, it must surely have blushed at first touch. Federico Andahazi’s The Anatomist peels back not merely the skin of the body, but the corset of civilisation itself, revealing that the true heart of the Renaissance was never made of marble or reason - but of … Continue reading The Divine Discovery of Desire
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L’amour de Pierrot – A Reflection on Dalí’s Love and Death
L’amour de Pierrot - Salvador Dalí (Spanish, 1904–1989). Public domain image, early 20th century. Some paintings laugh softly into the grave. L’amour de Pierrot, painted by the young Salvador Dalí before his moustache had fully declared war on convention, is such a piece. At first glance, it’s all sweetness and sentiment: two lovers - Pierrot … Continue reading L’amour de Pierrot – A Reflection on Dalí’s Love and Death
‘I Forgive’: A Widow at the Crossroads of Rage and Grace
There are phrases that ring through history like bells tolling in fog: ‘Et tu, Brute?’, ‘I have a dream,’ ‘Father, forgive them.’ Yesterday another such phrase was spoken - not in marble halls nor on the steps of Washington, but from a widow’s lips at her husband’s memorial service. Erika Kirk stood before the world, … Continue reading ‘I Forgive’: A Widow at the Crossroads of Rage and Grace
Wilde’s Salomé: A Decadent Dance with Death
It’s almost too neat that Salomé should have been written in French. The language of Baudelaire, Mallarmé, and decadence itself lent Wilde the perfect tongue for blasphemy dressed in silks. The Victorians expected their theatre to teach morality, to improve the soul, to extol duty. Wilde offered them instead a necrophilic waltz in candlelight, where … Continue reading Wilde’s Salomé: A Decadent Dance with Death
All Roads Lead Back: On Darwish, Memory, and the Futility of Forgetting
Mahmoud Darwish once wrote: ‘All roads lead to you, even those I took to forget you.’ On first reading, it sounds like the lament of a man caught in the undertow of lost love, circling endlessly back to the figure he most wishes to escape. But linger with it a while, and the line grows … Continue reading All Roads Lead Back: On Darwish, Memory, and the Futility of Forgetting
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