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| Rot Gelb Grün - Red Yellow Green 28,5 x 43,5 cm |
THE SPANISH
PEACOCK’S LAMENT
The
absurdity of his beauty,
nature’s
most flamboyant transvestite.
Probably an
earlier version of himself
was a terrible
dresser, a manic number-crunching
nerd now paying
with interest for the bad karma of
bad taste, pointlessly
gorgeous
like one of
those would-be movie stars who
end up
doing commercials, underwear or lingerie ads,
or low
level sit-com work as the neighborhood knock-out,
brainless
but nice, a running joke that chews gum. These days
the Spanish
peacock has plenty of competition:
beneath its
folkloric needlework every peasant blouse
is set to
burst into a duet of chocolate colored nipples.
Unfortunately
a bunch of chunky, sheepish Midwesterners
are insulting
a silence of heat haze and wheat chaff, their
air-cooled
bus—about the shape and color of Moby Dick,
the whale, of course, not the book—
blocking a
view of field workers making hay
while the
Spanish Peacock lifts his skirts and lets loose
with as
haunting a cry of despair as ever heard in these parts.
Rodrigo - Concierto de Aranjuez
Guitar: John Williams
BBC Proms 2005
