Edvard Munch, Children in the Street, 1915
The time of business does not with me differ from the time of prayer, and in the noise and clatter of my kitchen, while several persons are at the same time calling for different things, I possess God in as great tranquility as if I were upon my knees at the blessed sacrament.
Photograph: André Kertész, Fork, 1928
Middle East of the first half of the 20th century, Egypt
— Mies van der Rohe
You are delicious and I want to tend to the altar of your lewd curves and simple small mouth for the duration of a thousand priest’s prayers and see your eyes dance for me as I play you with my cello fingers and lawful lips and tongue. You frown, you mock, you fear, you wager transparent bets and it makes candles glow—
I am a chess master and you, my sweet pretty dirty thing, haven’t seen the suns I’ve seen. Pine for the hours I promise you in the finest torment and I will show you the notes your body is capable of singing.
~ recollected on a Sunday evening at 5:43PM at the end of a New England winter