I long for Van Gogh’s eyes.
To see dusky shadows and
drifting, bleeding, bouncing,
bursting, breathing, dancing.
Until I remember his despair,
his unending pain. How it burdened
and, eventually, buried him.
How he wrote these words
to Theo, his brother,
“I am so angry with myself because I cannot do
what I should like to do…, (it feels) as if
one were lying bound hand and foot
at the bottom of a deep dark well,
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Saw this a few days ago: https://exhibitiononscreen.com/films/vincent-van-gogh-a-new-way-of-seeing/ReplyDelete