Tag Archives: louise brooks

Lulu in Hollywood

By cyclical turns, she burned silver into stock– Lulu’s lasting surge.

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Shutter

Witness to a claim, Pandora’s box-cutting gaze– hope at the bottom.

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Cadenza

Some death is musical, a candied apparition scalding the bones of Venus in soft chambers of silk and notes of smoldering silence.

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Silent Night

Start with the glacial base, the hunk of unforgiving crystal on which the tree is mounted, then trace the filigreed limbs of the tree, its shadow a twin belonging to the woman modeling Winter as a softly fringed species of … Continue reading

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Silent Night

Start with the glacial base, the hunk of unforgiving crystal on which the tree is mounted, then trace the filigreed limbs of the tree, its shadow a twin belonging to the woman modeling Winter as a softly fringed species of … Continue reading

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Cadenza

Some death is musical, a candied apparition scalding the bones of Venus in soft chambers of silk and notes of smoldering silence.

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Veils

Succubus to self, modeling Salome, dance of the seven deadly veils, thinned, to bare pleasure, and visitation rites.

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Louise to the nth degree

Remember, love, there’s more of me where I came from– Frames cannot hold us.

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Arson

Committing arson, five-alarm siren on screen– Louise Brooks, how you burned.    

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Fire

She, aflame, tarries to abet silent slow burn– Fire cannot be claimed.

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