Friday, December 10, 2010

To Lee, With Love, Nick

Fashion as poetry.   Alexander McQueen.
Is love a fancy, or a feeling?  No.
It is immortal as immaculate Truth,
'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth,
Drops from the stem of life- for it will grow,
In barren regions, where no waters flow,
Nor rays of promise cheats the pensive gloom.
A darkling fire, faint hovering o'er a tomb,
That but itself and darkness nought doth show,
It is my love's being yet it cannot die,
Nor will it change, though all be changed beside;
Though fairest beauty be no longer fair,
Though vows be false, and faith itself deny,
Though sharp enjoyment be a suicide,
And hope a spectre in a ruin bare.
-by Hartley Coleridge

Poetry as film.  Nick Knight's tribute to Alexander McQueen.  Music by Bjork.

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