Inebriatedpony: No One Before Bernini Had Managed To Make Marble So Carnal. In His Nimble Hands It Would Flatter And Stream, Quiver And Sweat. His Figures Weep And Shout, Their Torses Twist And Run, And Arch Themselves In Spasms Of Intense
jamesfrancos: It’s just a noisy hall. Where there’s a nightly brawl. And all that jazz.
