Drawing "Swoon" by Hunter Madsen

"Swoon"

 
TITLE - "Swoon"
WHERE - Formal wear shop, San Diego, California (2015)
 

If sex were all, then every trembling hand/ Could make us squeak, like dolls, the wished-for words./ But note the unconscionable treachery of fate,/ That makes us weep, laugh, grunt and groan, and shout/ Doleful heroics, pinching gestures forth/ From madness or delight, without regard/ To that first, foremost law. Anguishing hour! Last night, we sat beside a pool of pink,/ Clippered with lilies scudding the bright chromes,/ Keen to the point of starlight, while a frog/ Boomed from his very belly odious chords." 


- Wallace Stevens, "Le monocle de Mon Oncle"