Drawing "Swoon" by Hunter Madsen

"Swoon"

  
 
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"

   


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