The receding diagonals give the illusion of reality so that one might, …
… in seeing the forms in the painting as real, believe in the subject
Perspective was Masaccio’s theology
We haven’t the advantage of seeing these parts in a catalog or as a print, have we?
He remembered what being alone was like
He had spent four months in the swamps
It was dawn by the time the tiger left the city
There are still too many mysteries around you
‘You will protect me,’ she said. ‘With my life,’ he replied.
There was unquestionably a job vacancy here
Everything he loved was on his doorstep
The darkness did not leave her, but it shuffled to one side
But home was always a troubled, dangerous idea for men
Women are not perfect, one must admit
That night the emperor dreamed of love
I can turn myself at will …
… into a lion
I am a person of strange and varied experience
I have met the king of the fishes and lived in the house of a woman
Gone fishing
It was hiding under a fallen branch like a scared animal
All your certainties are being blown away
Could a god, once created, become impossible to destroy?
It was love, or felt like it
Keep your secret. Secrets are for children, and spies
And for sorcerers. And for lovers too. And kings
Is that how a king should be raised?
As he kept reminding me, he was twelve years older than I was
For several years there was no communication between us at all
There were a few clumps of devil’s pokers
My despair cannot be described
The boy with the long arms was never seen again
My dad thought it would be educational
They were never going to like me anyway
It was as if I wasn’t there. In fact often I wasn’t
Somehow the moment never seemed right to ask
Tell me this is just a bad, bad dream
People were charmed and captivated
People looked forward to the future
These days she seldom glanced in his direction
The pair undressed quickly and silently
Wasn’t it crazy for him to be out there on his own
You’ve been under a lot of pressure
That’s just where I was headed
She was about his own age, a little ragged around the edges
He would remain undetected if he wished to be
The rooms weren’t going to tell him who he was
Who he was seemed actually to have slipped his mind
He needed a new life
You need to find someplace to sleep tonight
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