And while Boris scalds himself with whisky she says: "Sit down here! O Boris … Russia … what 'll I do? I 'm bursting with it!" At night when I look at Boris ' goatee lying on the pillow I get hysterical. O Tania, where now is that warm cunt of yours, those fat, heavy garters, those soft, bulging thighs? There is a bone in my prick six inches long. I will ream out every wrinkle in your cunt, Tania, big with seed. I will send you home to your Sylvester with an ache in your belly and your womb turned inside out. Your Sylvester! Yes, he knows how to build a fire, but I know how to inflame a cunt. I shoot hot bolts into you, Tania, I make your ovaries incandescent. Your Sylvester is a little jealous now? He feels something, does he? He feels …show more content…
Shutters drawn, shops barred. A red glow here and there to mark a tryst. Brusque the facades, almost forbidding; immaculate except for the splotches of shadow cast by the trees. Passing by the Orangerie I am reminded of another Paris, the Paris of Maugham, of Gauguin, Paris of George Moore. I think of that terrible Spaniard who was then startling the world with his acrobatic leaps from style to style. I think of Spengler and of his terrible pronunciamentos, and I wonder if style, style in the grand manner, is done for. I say that my mind is occupied with these thoughts, but it is not true; it is only later, after I have crossed the Seine, after I have put behind me the carnival of lights, that I allow my mind to play with these ideas. For the moment I can think of nothing – except that I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world. All along the banks the trees lean heavily over the tarnished mirror; when the wind rises and fills them with a rustling murmur they will shed a few tears and shiver as the water swirls by. I am suffocated by it. No one to whom I can communicate even a fraction of my feelings… The trouble with Irène is that she has a valise instead of a cunt. She wants fat letters to shove in her valise. Immense, avec des choses inou?es. Llona now, she had a cunt. I know because she sent us some hairs from down below. Llona – a wild ass snuffing pleasure out of the wind. On every high
The original and very popular chicken sandwich, made only at Chick-fil-A, does not require any elaborate ingredients; however, it does require the right ingredients and a precise process. Almost every time I tell someone that I work at Chick-fil-A I hear in response “I love that place.” That to me is very reassuring that they are doing something right. The Chick-fil-A sandwich has been made the same way for the last forty-six years. Although it only consists of a few steps, if one is not done properly it can change the whole outcome. Three years ago I was introduced to the process of how this one of a kind sandwich is made. Now I would like to share this process with you.
Lady Macbeth looked angry, “You have ruined our good cheer and disrupted the gathering by making a spectacle of yourself.” She let out a
In 1882, Edouard Manet created the last masterpiece in his life, filling the painting, A Bar at the Folies-Bergère, with mystery causing the audience to want to know more. Walking into the Folies-Bergère, you look around as a new member of the upper middle class and see so much affluence in one place; it leaves you breathless. Women are hanging from the ceiling on one side of the large auditorium and kicking in a line on the other. Panning left to right, the crowd seems to blend together. Your eyes lock onto a woman leaning on the bar, she catches you in a gaze. Now fixated on the woman, you can see she is a barmaid; you begin to approach her thinking about what you should order. Stumbling up to the marble counter top, you ignore that she is already busy with another patron; it makes no difference to you as she is still looking into your eyes. The longer you stare the more you see that in her eyes you do not see happiness, they are almost expressionless. The stare pulls you in with even more wanting. Left waiting in
Freewriting is a technique used to help someone get words onto paper without regard to spelling, grammar, or any of the usual writing guidelines that we follow. It simply is the act of putting words onto paper for a certain length of time to stir some type of thought. Often the material is raw and scattered but that is exactly what is expected.
Art has been a part of history before Christ was born and along the flow of time different styles and movements revolutionized what art means to the creator and audience. On the flow of time one of the branches that stood out in style, color, and expression through repetition was Impressionism. An artist that helped revolutionize Impressionism in his time was Oscar-Claude Monet, but the piece that stood out was the “Mouth of the Seine at Honfleur.”
Charles Baudelaire’s Paris Spleen or Le Spleen de Paris, published after his death in 1869, is a collection of prose poems that captures the essence of city life in early 19th century Paris. It has been translated from French into a myriad of languages, including an English version translated by Louise Varése in 1970. However, it is crucial to note that any close reading of one of Baudelaire’s fifty-one poems in Paris Spleen warrants a twice over examination of the text’s chosen lexicon—once in the language of the reader’s preferred tongue and another in Baudelaire’s French. The necessity for the twice over examination is because the work of translation, especially in the case of Paris Spleen, cannot be simply categorized as a marketing
So this is my life, some say my name should’ve changed but I think not. My mother as a little girl was named Djeserit and in turn I had gotten Isis. When I was born, life was different as my mother and father were egyptians so in turn, I was egyptian but we were royals, so we were the rulers of Egypt. We could have anything we could imagine, it was nice and fantabulous.
The Large Bathers by Paul Cezanne had inspired many artists, including Pablo Picasso in his painting, Les Demoiselles d’ Avignon, and Henri Matisse in his Bonheur de Vivre. Those three paintings belong to three different artistic styles, but they have many things in common, as they show the beauty of females. In this essay, I will discuss how both Bonheur de Vivre and Les Demoiselles d’Avignon can be simultaneously seen as inspired by and breaking free of The Large Bathers by Cezanne.
By that specialize in the ‘here and now’ of his time, these momentaneous moments come to be relished homesick memories. Renoir’s portrayal of glow shade, skilfully numerous brushstrokes, nuances of sunshine and shadow all labored along to create a heat sensualism. Planted inside the heart of Paris, we tend to face at the location of the Seine, trying upstream towards the wrought-iron Pont des Arts. A ferry pulls up to the quayside, jam-filled with commuters and idlers from all walks of lifestyles: idle women in brilliant crinolines and neatly turned-out dandies, competitive road urchins and soldiers in crimson trousers, romping dogs and a blue-smocked workman, seated at the riverside. Up the ramp at right, secondhand booksellers exchange the shadow of the vaulted Institut Delaware France, whereas at the horizon at left appear the brand-new theaters of the Place du Châtelet. The crisp shadows and munificently implemented black air usual of Renoir’s early career, once the writer and his friend Monet launched to record their dynamical city in an exceedingly celebrated series of views to that this one belongs. Pierre-Auguste Renoir’ and Pierre-Étienne-Théodore Rousseau’s paintings proportion the equal biblical challenge, historic duration, and geometrical form, yet range in a number of widespread
Axel sat on Petra’s right, with Kamryn to his left. They scanned data on Valerie Parker’s credit accounts for the past five years. A pattern emerged over time; small regular payments made to a company in Dome 2 called U-Stor-It, which showed multiple owners, the current one named Gemini Storage. They exchanged knowing smiles. The current business name was a red flag. The property schematics displayed a sizable storage warehouse.
In this essay, i shall be discussing the artistic work of Matisse; Bonheur de Vivre (Joy of Life) 1905 -06 and that of Picasso; Les Demoiselles d’Avignon, 1907. And how they are simultaneously seen as inspired by and breaking free of Paul Cézanne’s The Large Bathers.
Hannah hadn’t left the board, she waited there, staring at the picture of Mr Syler. She had crossed a line, she knew that. She should take it down. If her boss found it there? It would be her job. Would he recognise it? Still she didn’t click the delete button, even though her mouse hovered over it temptingly. How much was her job worth really? Was it worth stepping away from this? Closing it all down and pretending it never existed. Letting yet another man delude himself with his fantasies. Her inbox, new but for an hour or so, was suddenly filling with messages. But she wasn’t interested, not in fantasy, not in indulgence. She has no desire to be a matriarch, whispering deliriously twisted tales into the waiting minds, eager for
Today I was going to cook brownies for my whole second grade class. I get to do it all on my own! Mom taught me how last night and I memorized the whole process. The second I burst through my doors i flew into the kitchen to get busy.
Mr. and Mrs. Beavers reside in the Denbigh section of Newport News, Virginia. Their home is in an established neighborhood located within minutes of Patrick Henry Mall, Newport News/Williamsburg International Airport, schools, Riverside Regional Medical Center, Mary Immaculate Hospital as well as many restaurants and retail shops. Their house is a ranch style home with three bedrooms, one and half bathrooms, eat-in kitchen, and living room. It is adequately furnished and housekeeping standards are excellent. All smoke detectors are in working order. Mr. and Mrs. Beavers keep a first aid kit in the hallway closet and has a fire extinguisher located in the kitchen.
Anticipation mounted as they pulled into the driveway of their new home. This time, it was going to be different. They were no longer renters, but bona fide homeowners. No one would ever be able to evict them again. Relieved it was a single-level house, they didn’t have to worry about screens popping out a second-story window. It did not have a porch with steps or garage, but it did have a basement and a large backyard.