CAMP: "A cornucopia of frivolity, incongruity, theatricality, and humour." "A deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavored, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother love." "The lie that tells the truth." "Ostentatious, exaggerated, affected, theatrical; effeminate or homosexual; pertaining to or characteristic of homosexuals."
Rough wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long;
Sad storm whose tears are vain,
Bare woods, whose branches strain,
Deep caves and dreary main,—
Wail, for the world's wrong!
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
British Summer Time is officially over. Sigh.
No light evenings from now until March...Roll on Spring!
If it wasn't for the Garden Photos Event I'd be hibernating!
ReplyDeleteI'm tempted... Every year. Jx
DeleteUn belle combinaison d'Erté et Shelley,
ReplyDeleteimage de fantaisie et paroles de sagesse.
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*d'Anjou
Both very apt, I thought... Jx
DeleteI agree with Monsieur ou Madame Anonyme.
ReplyDeleteMoi aussi! Jx
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