4
Chapters
38
Poems
1st
Book
A Clinical Taxonomy of the Human Container.
7 Billion Words, and Silence is the Favorite.
An uncompromising poetry collection designed as a museum archive. Through sharp lineation and vast negative space, Letter to Morisot explores what happens to the human soul when language proves entirely insufficient.
Homo Sensus
Beata Mosór is a European poet and observer moving rigorously through a four-part evolutionary framework- from 0 _ Homo Sapiens _ to III _ Homo Sensus _. Letter to Morisot is her debut collection.
Debut
Addressing the ghosts of art history and continental philosophy, Letter to Morisot is an iconoclastic debut collection that maps the systematic failure of language and the raw mechanics of existential survival.
Continental philosophy
Beata Mosór strips away the protective, decorative textures of classical masters like Monet and Rembrandt to expose the cold, architectural coordinates of human grief and isolation underneath.
Poetic Museum
Part poetic manifesto, part curated gallery installation, this collection treats the printed page as a clinical stage where a modern consciousness ruthlessly dissects its own boundaries.
The Trajectory
From Prison to Pulse
Letter to Morisot is a brutal, linear journey. It maps the evolution of a human consciousness trying to survive its own container.
Homo Sapiens
The Baseline. An exploration of language’s failure and absolute isolation. Here, silence isn’t just an absence of sound—it is a physical wall built around a body that cannot find the words to define itself.
Homo Poeticus
The Manifesto. A sharp attack on classical art history punctures the peaceful, decorative veil of Impressionism, forcing masters like Monet and Rembrandt to face the raw, cold reality of modern mortality.
Homo Amorus
The Blueprint. The exact mapping of internal grief. This movement treats emotional trauma like a physical object, using vast negative space to outline the sharp geometric lines and scars where memory meets pain.
Homo Sensus
The Nerve. The final evolutionary endpoint of the book. Moving entirely past words, theories, and filters, this closing section is a raw, unshielded look at pure sensory experience and basic existential survival.
Imagine
No limits
Imagine the skies instead of eyes
Imagine the worlds instead of words
Imagine the liquid future of our dreams
Imagine life without the body box
Infinite desires flow – the connection labyrinth
Imagine us without the rule’s control
Continuous circles of minds – the passion of cells
Imagine you without the barriers stop
Unstoppable speed of visions – the fire of calm
Imagine me without the block of bonds
Free energy atom – the dance of air
Poems
If you’d ask if the poem is about you
I’d deny
No words needed
There will be signs, Monet’s eyes falling into the details of touch
On my eyes the gold coins made of time stamps
In my mouth the gold coin made of words of lies
Dying
All my eyes will blow up with sounds of solitude
All my words will erupt with shapes of sadness
Atom
I will build you with my words
Striving for company for your fragile body
Like Prometheus
Art of Creation
7 billion words, and silence is my favorite
Looking for the ideal description of me
Silence
Are you open to the universe of the colors?
Touch
Nameless little girl
who do you leave behind you
miss terribly unnoticeable
lost all the way here
Berthe Morisot
Claude Monet
Friedrich Nietzsche
Salvador Dalí
Bonjour
Welcome to the World of mysteries locked within the body box
Bones of rationality
