I'm hearing sounds of Don McClean in my head, "But I could have told you, Vincent..." The Van Gogh family history is larger than life right down to Vincent's great grand nephew being murdered by an Islamic extremist. There's some doubt as to whether Vincent killed himself or not (some say it was an accident and he was shot by his student) and some say Gaugin (an excellent swordsman) was responsible for his severed ear. The stories are many. But it makes for interesting reading, still. I wrote a poem about his final work, Crows in a Wheatfield.
Posted 2 Months Ago
2 Months Ago
I've never heard of the stories before. I suppose we shall never know. I went to read your poem, "Cr.. read moreI've never heard of the stories before. I suppose we shall never know. I went to read your poem, "Crows in a Wheatfield", but could not find it. Could you message it to me? Thank you, Fabian!
2 Months Ago
Sure, I took all my stuff down after I couldn't log in for almost a month. Crazy.
Light is the magic word here; a precise and elegant description of a troubled artist... despite his idiosyncrasies, the light and color of his work is quite remarkable.... well done Kelly
Warmly, B
Posted 2 Months Ago
2 Months Ago
Thank you most kindly, Betty. So good to have you among my readers!
2 Months Ago
Same here Kelly...Always love your work!!!
Warmly, B
Who knows what produces a genius ... but the results are outstanding ... whether Van Gogh, Beethoven or Plath.
Unfortunately not many geniusus (geni?) have graced the halls of government.
Good poem about a good artist.
Posted 3 Months Ago
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Thank you, Ted. I've always believed Van Gogh's genius was underrated. My intent in writing this, .. read moreThank you, Ted. I've always believed Van Gogh's genius was underrated. My intent in writing this, was to bring attention to that.
Van Gogh's art was genius! When you look at his wheat fields, you could almost feel the wind as it moved through the field. Or feel the motion of the stars in his night skies. I love Van Gogh's art, it's magical and alive and so colorfully vivid, even as he descended into the spaces between the colors. Why is it artists, musicians, etc, die so young? And why is it they are unrecognized as genius after they are gone?
I love your poem Kelly, it's as colorful as his sunflowers, as enticing as his wheat fields.
-Curt
Posted 3 Months Ago
3 Months Ago
I love his art, too. I wish I had an explanation as to why we lose these artists and musicians at su.. read moreI love his art, too. I wish I had an explanation as to why we lose these artists and musicians at such a young age, who never live to see the fruition of their talent. The list of them simply staggers the mind. Thank you for a most touching review, Curt!
Beautifully written. I love how you balance Van Gogh’s brilliance with the darkness he endured. It’s so sad that his genius was only fully recognized after his death, but your imagery of olive groves, wheat fields, and sunflowers lets his light shine through.
Posted 3 Months Ago
3 Months Ago
A most intuitive response, Roma. Thank you for the light you bring me!
Let's face it, the man could paint. Glad he didn't need his ear to do that.
Posted 3 Months Ago
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Indeed, he could! Have you ever seen the movie where Kirk Douglas portrayed him? Gives a little ins.. read moreIndeed, he could! Have you ever seen the movie where Kirk Douglas portrayed him? Gives a little insight to the man. Thank you, John!
Kelly, for me, he is defined by that cafe and the starry night. I have intentionally never studied his life, never read any books nor watched any movies about him. I just want to know him by his art. As someone who himself attempted suicide, my heart goes out to anyone past, present or future who is desperate enough to do the same. MSB
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I feel the same way, Michael...just knowing him by his art. Thank you!