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August 23, 2011

Beata Beatrix has everything in it, everything Time, Life, Death, Peace, Opium, it's suffused in Love, wrapped in Love, painted with Love, he painted all the love he had for Lizzy Siddall, after her death, a probable suicide, absolutely an overdose. It's the most beautiful goddamn thing I have ever seen, ever, anywhere. I was stunned by it and I still am; it's soft, diffuse, golden, deceptively powerful. She is beautiful. Rossetti was a neurotic painter/poet, and a fool, took her for granted because of her station, then came undone, guilt, and shame; he saw himself, and her, too late.