Lust Lopsided schoolboy parody of lolling-tongued desire. He scans the café, seeking out the young and easily embarrassed. He doesn’t understand embarrassment, but preys on it. Pride We cannot see the tails, white tie, distinctive waistcoat with contrasting trim. We cannot see the litter left, the shattered plates, the splintered window glass. We do not need to. Wrath Vomiting invective, he closes up his ears, unwilling to let in the chance of reconciliation. Envy With lantern jaw and Caesar cut, and possibly a tonsure (out of sight), his features deeply graven with dissatisfaction, he gazes off at what he doesn’t have, while what he does have sits unnoticed. Sloth Mouth and eyelids heavy, needing too much effort to keep up, a cameo performance: silhouette, perhaps, or seated in a restaurant, or on a train. Unspeaking, impassive... a little sinister. Avarice Turning means into the end, turning family and friends into potential thieves. Cold shoulder — gold brain, gold eyes, gold tongue, gold death. Gluttony Dizzy with hunger, wall-eyed and nostrils flaring with the effort of just one more pie.
"Seven Grotesque Deadly Sins" (grotesques by Kate Newlyn).
From "Adding Colours to the Chameleon" (2016, Wisdom’s Bottom Press)
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