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Mina Loy’s "Three Moments in Paris: 2. Café du Néant" is a spectral reflection on the performative nature of love, death, and aestheticized decay, set against the eerie backdrop of the Café du Néant—a Parisian establishment notorious for its theatrical staging of mortality. Loy’s modernist style, with its fragmented syntax, elliptical imagery, and stark juxtapositions, transforms this café into a space where artificiality and existential truth uneasily coexist. The poem interrogates the boundaries between life and death, sincerity and performance, and sensation and detachment, ultimately revealing the ways in which ritualistic engagement with death is, itself, a kind of spectacle.

The poem opens with an image of flickering candlelight: "Little tapers lighted leaning diagonally / Stuck in coffin tables of the Café du Néant." The lean of the tapers—mirroring the breath of those gathered—suggests instability, as if these small flames are in a precarious state, swayed by the living bodies that surround them. The placement of candles in "coffin tables" is immediately macabre, reinforcing the café’s theatrical obsession with death. These are not ordinary tables but sites of symbolic entombment, where the presence of death is ritualized rather than truly confronted. Loy’s next image, "Like young poplars fringing the Loire," introduces a pastoral contrast, but this reference to poplars—often associated with mourning in classical and European poetry—reinforces the funereal atmosphere. The natural world, even in its grace, echoes the theme of passing and fragility.

Loy then turns her gaze to the café’s patrons: "Eyes that are full of love / And eyes that are full of kohl / Projecting light across the fulsome ambiente / Trailing the rest of the animal behind them." The dichotomy between love-filled eyes and kohl-rimmed eyes suggests a tension between sincerity and artifice. Kohl, historically used to enhance and dramatize the eyes, signals performance—these are gazes that project outward rather than reflect inward. The phrase "Projecting light across the fulsome ambiente" highlights the staged nature of their presence, as though they are casting an illusion into the room. Yet their bodies, described as "trailing the rest of the animal behind them," seem secondary, reduced to mere physical matter following in the wake of their projected personas. Here, Loy captures the way individuals in this space are both performers and voyeurs, engaging in an elaborate charade where perception outweighs reality.

The next stanza intensifies the theme of aestheticized morbidity: "The young lovers hermetically buttoned up in black / To black cravat / To the blue powder edge dusting the yellow throat." The lovers are "hermetically buttoned up," sealed off from spontaneity or genuine passion. Their clothing is funereal, suggesting not just mourning but an almost fetishized adherence to death’s aesthetic. The "blue powder edge dusting the yellow throat" presents a disturbing image, possibly indicating the artificial pallor of makeup meant to mimic lifelessness. The juxtaposition of blue and yellow suggests a sallow, sickly hue, reinforcing the performance of decay.

Loy’s questioning of their embodied past—"What color could have been your bodies / When last you put them away"—suggests that their flesh is no longer truly their own. It has become an abstracted thing, something that can be removed or concealed at will. This line undercuts the notion of permanence, making the physical body as malleable as the personas they perform.

The next passage presents a tableau of ritualistic melancholy: "Nostalgic youth / Holding your mistress's pricked finger / In the indifferent flame of the taper." The image of a pricked finger being held over a candle calls to mind both minor self-inflicted wounds and symbolic bloodletting, an almost medieval gesture of devotion. However, the flame is described as "indifferent," stripping the moment of any deep emotional significance. The scene is theatrical rather than deeply felt, and the poem directly critiques this falsity: "Synthetic symbol of LIFE / In this factitious chamber of DEATH." The irony here is brutal—what is meant to be a space of deep existential engagement is merely an elaborate fiction. "Synthetic" and "factitious" emphasize the contrived nature of the entire performance, revealing it as a superficial imitation of mortality rather than an actual reckoning with it.

Loy introduces a woman in this setting: "The woman / As usual / Is smiling as bravely / As it is given to her to be brave." The phrase "as usual" signals the familiarity of this role—women, in spaces of romance or death, are expected to endure, to maintain composure. The performative quality of her bravery is reinforced by the phrase "as it is given to her to be brave," suggesting that even her resilience is dictated by the expectations placed upon her. She does not control the parameters of her own endurance; she is simply enacting the part assigned to her.

The final stanzas collapse the distinction between human flesh and organic decomposition: "While the brandy cherries / In winking glasses / Are decomposing / Harmoniously / With the flesh of spectators." The cherries, soaking in brandy, are likened to human bodies, their slow breakdown paralleling the inevitable decay of those who watch. The phrase "harmoniously" adds an eerie serenity to the scene, as though decomposition is not merely happening but being aesthetically appreciated. The spectators, by virtue of being in this space, are complicit in the dissolution—not just of physical matter but of authenticity itself.

In the closing image, Loy focuses on a single figure: "There is one / Who / Having the concentric lighting focused precisely upon her / Prophetically blossoms in perfect putrefaction." This woman, illuminated by artificial light, is transformed into a prophetic symbol—not of beauty, but of decay. The phrase "blossoms in perfect putrefaction" is an arresting paradox, aligning the process of rot with the idea of flowering. She does not wither, but "blossoms," suggesting that in this environment, even death is aestheticized into something strangely alluring. This suggests a kind of perverse transcendence, where putrefaction itself is staged as a spectacle.

Yet Loy does not leave us entirely in this surreal, death-fixated space. The final line abruptly disrupts the fantasy: "Yet there are cabs outside the door." This return to mundane reality—cabs waiting, life continuing outside the staged drama of the café—undercuts the entire constructed atmosphere. The outside world remains unaffected, indifferent to the carefully curated morbidity within. This sharp contrast dismantles the illusion of Café du Néant as a space of profound existential engagement; instead, it is revealed as a site of performance, where death is an aesthetic indulgence rather than a genuine confrontation with the void.

"Café du Néant" is a powerful critique of the ways in which both love and death can be commodified and ritualized into hollow performances. Through stark juxtapositions, eerie imagery, and fragmented syntax, Loy exposes the artifice at the heart of fin-de-siècle Parisian culture, where existential crises are reduced to entertainment and suffering is turned into spectacle. The poem leaves us with an image of staged putrefaction, a moment of artificial transcendence, and then reminds us—before we lose ourselves entirely in the fantasy—that just beyond the door, the real world continues, unaffected and unmoved.

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