Sunday, January 21, 2018

Vincent Van Gogh Is Painting Clouds in Space.

I wondered what he was up to.

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  1. Van Gogh? It does look like a bunch of floating ears.

  2. Dat warn't no Van Guck who done painted dat. It was de LAWD.

    1. FT, Maybe the Lord is employing Vincent. Kinda fits Don Mclean's tune Vincent too.

    2. I believe it is the Lord who speaks to us THROUGH the great creative artists in all fields, Kid. Van Gogh may have been crazy by Bourgeois standards, but he really was uniquely tuned in to the Spirit that governs the Cosmos.

      So, by that token Vincent was "channeling" the Lord.

    3. Lord of the Rings? One Ring to Bind Us All.

    4. Spoken like the true, mirhless, cliche-ridden, shallow worshipper of the Goddess Banality you really are. It's a wonder you haven't bored yourself to death long before now.

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  3. I'm not seeing Van Gogh here. Help me out.

    1. Cube, those wispy colorful blobs just looked to me like clouds that Van Gogh would paint.

  4. o and catch a falling star,
    ___ Get with child a mandrake root,
    Tell me where all past years are,
    ___ Or who cleft the devil's foot,
    Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
    Or to keep off envy's stinging,
    ______ And find
    ______ What wind
    Serves to advance an honest mind.

    If thou be'st born to strange sights,
    ___ Things invisible to see,
    Ride ten thousand days and nights,
    ___ Till age snow white hairs on thee,
    Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,
    All strange wonders that befell thee,
    ______ And swear,
    ______ No where
    Lives a woman true, and fair.

    If thou find'st one, let me know,
    ___ Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
    Yet do not, I would not go,
    ___ Though at next door we might meet;
    Though she were true, when you met her,
    And last, till you write your letter,
    ______ Yet she
    ______ Will be
    False, ere I come, to two, or three.

    ~ John Donne (1572-1631)