Friday, October 17, 2008

3ww

she is not delicate; she is like the night, a jaded lover turning
blue beneath a bleeding sun. she is a little warm death.




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8 comments:

mgirl said...

So sad, makes my heart ache. So much emotion in so few words.

ThomG said...

There is so much emotion here, but I don't take away sadness. I came away in awe of the descriptiveness in such few words. Thanks for this.

Jesse Mendez said...

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I hope to see you soon, take care

susan said...

Thanks mgirl, Thom and jesse. The little warm death isn't original. I heard it in a song sung by Cassandra Wilson, an incredible singer from Mississippi. If you don't know her work, check her out.

Jade said...

sensual.

lissa said...

not so much as sad but just someone who doesn't quite know how to live

susan said...

Hi Lissa,
I looked up the reference where I first heard the phrase. "A Little Warm Death" is on Wilson's "New Moon Daughter" album, 1995. The woman in the song is very much alive in the song. If you can, listen to the track. I bought quite bit of Wilson's work in during the 90s.

TC said...

Funny you use the word "blue" to describe her as warm because blue has always meant cold to me. This made me think.