Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The WHISTLER (Victorian Portrait Painter/Portrait of a gowned-Lady.)
"The Whistler."
SCARLET SPARKLES ON THE CANVAS, base Blue, the color of your mood. Scarlet-epiphanies now row upon row to denounce a Life-lived a-fore Life's intrusions, the WAR of Love, that intrinsic-genetic from a God above?
A Scarlet necklace around your pale neck. No-one remembers, no-one forgets. A portrait by WHISTLER, Singer-Sargant too, a'la Corbusier/Renee Mcintosh sepulcher in Highgate Cemetery (alongside Karl Marx) in a marble graveyard shed. Coffin-gated but on view?
A profound resemblance of a Joan of Arc-fashionista, a Universal SPARK diverse as U did LIVE? ... Lived & died by your own device, danced & writhed whilst other Mother's sons fought & died as U got a "Selfie " painted by Whistler in Oil. And the Band played on.
YET!? (50s Radio USA Radio program): "I AM THE WHISLER> And I travel by Night. A SANDMAN. And I know where U sleep at night!"
AGATHA CHRISTIE, a Nurse in the battlefield. A witness to carnage, and Old Soldiers, battlefields, buried in shallow graves, your own generation, coffee, TEA U can serve at some old, rusted Tanceen?
In a hurry? The Whisler. Gets us all by the neck. The Whistler AT NIGHT just knows where we sleep.
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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