The next time someone asks me what my 'tat' means, now I can just direct them to my blog...after I punch them in the face.
'We feel the elation of Salome as she kisses the
lips of the dead prophet whose mouth she has likened to 'ripe fruit' and
'a pomegranate cut in twain with a knife of ivory,' as if his lips
truly were meant to be feasted on. Beardsley brilliantly captures and
shares the ardor of the moment just after Salome had acquiesced to her
necrophilic appetite and in his illustration we see her literally
floating in the air, lifted to a state of suspended rapture above a
puddle of blood...
In the upper left-hand corner of the picture we are reminded of the
'clusters of black grapes' to which Salome previously compared
Iokanaan's hair in the text, again speaking of his body as something to
be devoured, ravaged, thus reversing the traditional roles of woman and
man in regards to sexuality'
text via www.victorianweb.org