After all that horror... after those nightmares... at last the official "Sebastian VENABLE Memorial Foundation" web site. It was high time! All white naturally, his favorite color.

The one and only goal of this web site is to promote Sebastian VENABLE, the poet. Yes, Sebastian was a poet. Well, strictly speaking, his life was his occupation. That's what I meant when I said his life was his work. Because the work of a poet is the life of a poet. And vice versa. I mean, you can't separate them. I mean a poet's life is his work. And his work is his life, in a special sense. I mean... Because... Oh!

We all know that Sebastian abhorred the false values that come from being publicly known, from fame, from personal exploitation. But Sebastian was using people grandly, creatively, almost like God. And it's now my turn to handle his future recognition.

I have decided to publish some summer poems. And I invite you to come back soon, to read more. Here is the third delivery of the summer poems. Some early work, quite short, but so deep, meaningful and intense! The delivery of a summer poem is such an exhausting process, really!

                                 

Very strangely, some other poems appear to be in French, des poèmes en français. Such an extravagance, really! But I dearly hope you can understand them, for these are his finest pieces of work.

                                               

If you also own some more Sebastian VENABLE summer poems, please don't waste a minute and contact me urgently!

If you have a cousin Sebastian or an aunt Violet,
If you plan to go to "Cabeza de Lobo" for your summer holidays,
If your Venus flytrap refuses to eat flies since you keep it under glass,
If you have inherited the "Miramar" bar/restaurant by the beach,
If your husband has been witnessed in his car by the Duelling Oaks with a brunette,
If you have been a student of Dr Sugar at Lions view,
If you plan to recreate your own "Dawn of creation" in the backyard,
If you're looking for a recipe of frozen daiquiri to sip in your studio/atelier,
If your cousin Catherine babbles dreadful, obscene things,
If you want to see Hong Kong & Chicago before you die,
If you have recurrent nightmares about turtles coming for their annual egg-laying in the sandbox of your kids,
If you have just delivered your summer poem and are exhausted, after these nine months of preparation,
If you also enjoy playing music with tin cans strung together, a music made out of noise,
If you're desperately looking for some pieces of lace made by blind nuns in Belgium,
If you started writing your diary at the 3rd person after a Mardi gras ball,
If you've just been offered an immodest white bathing suit that you don't want to wear,
If you also believe that Sister Felicity is a bully and if you plan to burn her with your cigarette while at Saint Mary's,
If your family wants you lobotomized to receive $100,000,
If Foxhill - a brute - is now your secretary,
If you want to visit the Encantadas on a four-masted schooner,
If you've recently witnessed a sky black with savage devouring birds,
If you've always been afraid to correct a human situation,
If you systematically come 23 seconds earlier to your appointments,
If you are a snob about loveliness in things,
If you cannot get rid of lipstick stains on your white silk suit, "Made in Rome",
If you're looking for a 500-year-old court jester's chair for your garçonnière,
If white is definitely your favorite color,

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