Tristan

Passion in German is Leidenschaft or "love in death." Romanticism thrives on invisibility. That which doesn’t exist holds the upper hand to the extent that it has yet to be. Tristan and Isolde, Romeo and Juliet all partake of a love predicated on and amplified by impossibility. Gold is a reality, but paper which is prone  to inflation is the poetic currency. “The eternal feminine lures to perfection” says Goethe (Faust). Or to a stereophonic reality? The present is not the lingua franca of aspiration. Only when love has yet to be (or faces erasure through death) does it achieve its agony in ecstasies.

read "Rhododendron" by Francis Levy, The East Hampton Star

and read "Punk" by Francis Levy, The East Hampton Star