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Christie's in London auctioned Picasso's "Nude with a Necklace" -- the 1928 portrait of Marie-Therese Walters for $36 million. Here's a little dramatic monologue generated by that Reuters news story: "Are you ready for the full frontal moment? Nod in preparation and I shall slowly turn toward you raising my near arm just so and you can watch the breast rise in response to this taut flesh-stretch and see the cool studio air tilt the pap, filling as it does with warm blood and the blush darkens in modesty from flesh pink to a deeper tone, a higher tone, a darkening that sends its own highlight -- an eye trap! See? Look how big my nipples grow! It's as though my breasts offer their milky contents to soothe the voracious hunger of an unweaned one, one who would try these toughnesses between tongue-tip and palate and drain the varnish from my unfreshened teat and create involuntary clenchings in my nether parts wettening and engorging all in readiness for your rising body to freshen me in the spillage of rut-shot. Oh! I am so wrung out with want! Your painting can definitely wait. Here! Place your brush tip here and raise a second to surpass this first in sighs -- in stretch and I shall spin the squirming gyrations I learn from your oily mauves. See them enwrap my torso as I maintain contact? Higher! Higher! Do my lips with that ochrous stick tasting of earth, And here! Let me throw a leg over your shoulder as you kneel in awe and plead for the ochrous flavours of my deeper earth. As I slide down your rancid smock and hang myself like a damp chamois on your hook let the lower arts shift in their urgency so these higher ones can have their sway. A dance we do now for heaven's sake and a fading of consciousness ensures that this freshening shall be captured forever in the great post-coital painting that shall surely follow!" |
