A storm of flowers

An immense green head of hair, ornamented by a storm of flowers, whose locks fell everywhere, escaped in insane dishevelment, created dreams of a swooning young giantess thrusting her head backward in the convulsionsof her orgasm, a stream of gorgeous hair rising like a pond of perfumes.

The sin of father Mouret, Emile Zola

Words and things

All myth is an enriched pattern,
a two-faced proposition,
allowing its operator to say one thing and mean another, to lead a double life.
Hence the notion found early in ancient thought that all poets are liars.
And from the true lies of poetry
trickled out a question.

What really connects words and things?

The Beauty of the Husband, Ann Carson