“And the wand-like lily which lifted up, As a Maenad, its moonlight-coloured cup, Till the fiery star, which is its eye, Gazed through clear dew on the tender sky.”
Close your eyes if you will and imagine the enclosure around a bowl and fountain, its gray painted sides alive with the hieroglyphics of those come to baptize the blank slate. ..
sequestering themselves away with only the sound of running water to inspire…
as they peed and pondered the mysteries of the universe,
sharpies at the ready and poised to scrawl those innermost thoughts. ..those odes of undying devotion.. those offers of meaningful connection at the click of a couple of digital buttons. ..
Consider too the lowly scoreboard. . .
the blatantcy of facebook page and relationship status,
the mobile’s greenish screen and keyboard. ..
if only to name a few of the places where alliances are forged, born, and broken these days.
But have you ever wondered what the pioneers did for PDA/PDBreakup before the saturation of mass technology?
Before the bells and whistles,
before the misspellings and abbreviations, the glows thrown off by text message light. . .
And what of those gentle Victorian ladies who hid their hands and ankles, lacing themselves up so tight, it tournequeted the circulation from heart to head. ..
so much so that the menfolk were put upon to fashion special couches for them to fall on. . .
The few the proud, the ones who got there first. . . nevermind this modern shock and awe delivered at the door of far flung incontinents. . .here was hand to hand interacation.
Hold your fire until you see the whites of their eyes kinda stuff.
Here lies beloved, her poor corseted form flung across the velvet upholstery and hands kept dainty inside silk gloves. ..till he arrives extending his intentions all neatly arranged in a bouquet. ..Depending upon the intent of the sender, a man could make or break his relationship with just one trip to the florist’s shop.For Next Time:Like Butter. ..Lily in the Language of FlowersMeanwhile, check out theImpressionist and flowers-inpired art here: http://www.etsy.com/shop/tessilu?ref=si_shop
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