Tonight over at Shift Movement a friend who calls herself happiness posted a YouTube of Don MacLean's "Starry, Starry Night", a hymn in remembrance of Vincent Van Gogh. Don sings of Vincent as of a beloved friend. Then I remembered a novel I read not so long ago written as if by Van Gogh’s long term lover (she was in this novel a prostitute). That plus Starry Starry Night put me in the mood. The rest was easy.
Sitting For Vincent (A poem from Van Gogh’s studio)
Your intensity terrifies my flaky heart and strips me.
All cheese is gone and the loaves as well but your paint remains daubed all around me on the dark canvas of my yeasty acrid soul and this changes me.
Jozien, I am proud to wear your love like a fine evening cloak.
Harlequin, thanks for asking after me. The tooth extraction site is a mess but better today than yesterday. I like this Don MacLean tune too. I thought the gathering of Vincent's paintings really added to it.
Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.
Mechanical designer for industry, now retired, once a Bay Area Hippie, went undercover in 1972, I've been writing poetry for years.
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Now i understand....
ReplyDeletei wish i wish i did
all i know is
that i love you
sitting there daubed in colors
how i love your dark and yeasty soul
thanks for the rendition of vincent. i love the song and the singing of it.
ReplyDeleteand your poem was so poignant and moving...thanks for it, too.
hope you are feeling better.
Jozien, I am proud to wear your love like a fine evening cloak.
ReplyDeleteHarlequin, thanks for asking after me. The tooth extraction site is a mess but better today than yesterday. I like this Don MacLean tune too. I thought the gathering of Vincent's paintings really added to it.