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Four Years in the Sky
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- Subject: Four Years in the Sky
- From: L French <lrfrench>
- Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2007 18:36:07 -0800 (PST)
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Patti has posted a short and beautiful memorial poem on her site today, for Robert Mapplethorpe on his 61st birthday...
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Robert Mapplethorpe
November 4, 1946 March 9, 1989
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As an artist he will sing of the dizzying extremes. The evil horn, the wing. For the sake of wing there is shoulder. For symmetry there is blade. He will dwell in the mystery of a vein, the hip of unrest. In his solitude he will plunge within and reemerge the nymph, the slave, the fabulous hood. He will increase the shining neck, the violent charade. His truth his only motive, he will sing. But who will sing of him?
For he, his own messenger, is gone. He has leapt through the orphic glass to wander eternally in search of perfection. His blue ankles tattooed with stars.
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