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Stuart Barnes



la Méduse


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(Note: from Philippe Quinault’s libretto for Jean-Baptiste Lully’s Persée

"I have lost the beauty that made me so vain. I no longer have those beautiful tresses that in times past the god of the sea felt binding his heart in such delightful confinement. Pallas, the barbarous Pallas, was jealous of my charms and made me as repulsive as I had been beautiful. But the astonishing excess of the deformity with which her cruelty punishes me will proclaim, in spite of her, how excessive was my beauty. I cannot do enough to display her cruel vengeance. My head is still proud to have as ornaments serpents whose hissing incites a deadly fright. I bring fear and death everywhere; everything turns to stone at my horrible looks. The thunderbolts that Jupiter throws from heaven’s heights are not as terrible as one look from my eyes. The greatest gods of heaven, earth, and sea are counting on me to avenge them. I may have lost the pleasure of being loved by the world, but I have the new delight of becoming its fright.")

Stuart Barnes is arranging the manuscript for his first book of verse, and writing his first novel. Poems are forthcoming in Southerly Journal, The Warwick Review, and The Weekend Australian Review. He lives in Melbourne.
 
 
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