Rambles and a poem

 I am writing about an entirely different piece than the one pictured above.
This reminds me of those works from Pompeii and Alexandria...the really awesome portraits and such--makes sense, because Campigli (Massimo, by the way, is a wonderful name--I think the feminine "Massima" is even better--consider breeding and naming a child thus, report back to me in twenty years on how awesome they are) had a certain fascination with antique art--at least, according to wot sources I've read. I think I'm going to clean for a bit and straighten things around my writing desk somewhat--clear it all away so that I can write poetry and maybe (maybe) even paint a bit...but...mostly write poetry. I need to get back to doing that, and maybe I'll have something finished by Monday, when...I need to actually have something finished. Sigh. For the moment, though...to work.
My lover is working on a fascinating paper on Dali next to me.
And just said "What, what, what, what...gross, gross, gross, gross."
Why? Because she is amazing.
I saw Jim the Bead Man today and picked up a fantastic Turkish piece to hang from my desk...one of the evil eye emblems, tied onto a really nicely worked piece of brown twine (if you want to win yourself into my good graces...twine is the way to do it...what can I say? I'm easily amused--especially knotted twine with things attached...but...well, we all have our fascinations.).  Anyway....there's that. I also had some lovely and not prostatitis-aggravating tea from Great Horse Teas (apple-blueberry green tea).
We just team-wrote a marvelous little poem based on the absurdity of the fashion world.
I'll post one of them here, for your enjoyment:

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This one is called
Just because we are both hot.
The light box illuminates the taffeta
organic wires, like trees, around me,
blue and red, black and floating.
A forest of electronic cables, a kelp bed.
Which would bind, but are confined
beyond plexiglass walls. Illuminated barrier
between myself and the exterior.
I turn and turn again, within these four walls,
illuminated light box.
The cameras watch from above,
pink hair, necktie, angular forms
bent beneath their gaze.
Illuminated light box.