Van Gogh, 120 years dead by his own quarrel with life lost.
Recently I was at the Chicago Art Institute and stood in front of The Bedroom - breaking tears as he is the only painter that can make me weep with a stroke from his brush. His genius and madness is evident on every square centimeter of canvass.
I have never seen his final painting, Wheat Field with Crows, and wish to stand long in sight of it, I am convinced that I will understand when it the presence of this masterwork. A good reason to visit Amsterdam.
it’s Thursday
woke up this morning and it was pouring rain, welcoming spring I slept in
late late. I had dreams that although I was married with a boy and my age,
I was naked in High School, but in dream I really didn't care.
My older brother hit me in the head with a golf club,
while I was six, according to my mother,
broke open my skull,
according to the golf club.
Now I blame him for everything. like the instability.
- Hoc Scripsi
Yes, good reason for Amsterdam(you are married so the brothels are OUT)..
ReplyDeleteI run out of words to praise your thoughts and poems..
but I do love your wee"Buk" poem.. Kewl!!
eh, who needs brothels when A) my wife far surpasses all others and B) see letter A
ReplyDelete"according to the golf club."
ReplyDeleteThat is pure genius!
My brother fractured my skull with a croquet mallet. I'll send the link if I can find the damn thing...
Because I like your name, and because I like your occupation, I couldn't resist renaming your blog on my list (now that I added...how was it that you were not on it? that's what happens when you use bookmarks!): 'Jhon - Occupation: Poet'.
ReplyDeleteBest!
Jhon - here it is...
ReplyDeletehttp://patricktillett.blogspot.com/2010/04/black-hawk.html
Thank you Imola, I like them as well, they suit me. and the hours are long, but rich rich rich.
ReplyDeletePat! I was also six! and needless to say we don't see eye to eye.
Same with me and my brother...
ReplyDeleteTotally unrelated to this post:
ReplyDeleteI went to my local, hole in the wall coffee shop this am.. Ran by an 80-something yr old Cuban gentleman.. In the corner was a young man that could have been your twin, smoking a cigarette ( I know you quit), drinking his coffee, writing book open and his eyes to the sky as if waiting for his thoughts to fall onto the clean page.. I wish I had of had my camera. the likeness to you was uncanny..
Hope you don't mind I wrote that here..feel free to delete at your leisure..
I've seen photos of this gentleman before - never met him though - I wonder if he is a traveler from the future and cannot actually meet me for fear that one of us or both will vanish instantly.
ReplyDeleteI only delete spam. besides people should know that there is a parallel me.
... according to the golf club.
ReplyDelete:-) That was beautiful.
Glad to have been found/glad to find.
Pearl