My Ode to You, Wonder Women

I never admired Wonder Woman

Not because she is a female but because of what she represents

The ideal that one woman stands as a champion above them all

Wonder Woman may have strength comparable to Greek myths but she pales in comparison to what I see everyday

I’ve heard the songs dedicated to women that fail to emphasize what I see

That woman are more than pretty eyes and thick thighs

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“Picking Flowers” by Trash Riot

More than full lips and slender hips

More than protruding chests and ample breasts

When I look at a woman I see the very embodiment of greatness

I see a person that constantly has to endure sexualization thrust upon her by an ignorant society

I see a person that does thrice the work for a quarter of the recognition and yet continues to press on

I see a never-faltering pillar still standing, not in spite of the opposition thrown against her, but because of it

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If I remember everything,

You’ll say I misremembered this or that.

But I do remember some things

And if you’ll indulge me just this once:

 

Rive Gauche-bound with erotic notions

Rapacious and acquisitive,

Impassioned and satisfied.

Sitting close together,

Tangled like the vines of the Tuileries.

 

Lethal doses of carnality,

Fiery and foolhardy,

Tender and coy.

Steam plumes,

Billowing like the trains of the Gare du Nord.

 

Lofty eyes and

Dulcet voices

My personal muse in Montparnasse.

-poem by Peter Lengyel 

Want more? Stay tuned for his upcoming site. 

“Just Kids” book review

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They were glorious, beautiful souls destined to find each other to overcome the hardships of youth and growth. They encouraged each other constantly, with an important lack of jealousy. And in many ways they were perfect for each other, as lovers and finally as friends. They were Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe. 

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“Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe had a unique relationship: they were friends, lovers, artistic collaborators and soul mates. Mapplethorpe and Smith met in 1967 and quickly become lovers; they would live with one another for the next few years. The years they spent together proved to be formative to their artistic development; while Mapplethorpe emerged in the mid-1970s as a successful artist, Smith would achieve simultaneous success as a poet and musician, associated with the punk music genre.

Smith was photographed multiple times by Mapplethorpe and would become one of his most frequent sitters.”

Source: http://www.tate.org.uk/artist-rooms/learning/resources/robert-mapplethorpe/robert-mapplethorpe-and-patti-smith-artist-and

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Patti Smith has written a sort of eulogy for the late Robert Mapplethorpe, whom at the time of her move to NYC became her best companion in all matters of a relationship spectrum. To say the least, it is beautifully written, with enchanting metaphors and romantic idolizations of poets, musicians, and artists alike. The allure of the book is how relatable it can be, even if your sprouting might not have included moving to NYC at the age of 20 with only a few bucks at hand. The beauty of the book is the over arching understanding of the “struggle.” It seems as if lately, ever more present than ever, the necessity of dreaming and striving to achieve these said dreams has become more popular. Patti and Robert combatted many obstacles and Patti was not short of sharing the methods, even harsh at times, they both had to face to move forward. THEREFORE, if ever you’re stuck in a book store, thinking of what your next read shall be, I earnestly recommend “Just Kids.”