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| From:  Zydha (Original Message) | Sent: 10/30/2005 1:39 AM |
I perceived a night filled with
spinning catherine wheels and
orbital flashes of iridium blues
and golds, bringing much life
beyond the confinements
of my barren room. Landscapes
heaved in toiled, yet wondrous
motion, exhaling vibrance
to exceed all nights before.
Were I to know that but one
piece of my work would cry my
name to those who once mused
at my demise, as I silently
craved consolations from, my
palette knife's creations.
Alas, to disintegrate as a man,
like I have done as a preacher
and servant to my God, were I
to know of a time beyond mine,
should I have done different?
Perhaps, I would have kept
both ears to the living
tones of my wasting life,
before plunging through this
vivacity, now so almost...gone.
(c) ZYDHA HART 2005 A monologue... by someone famous? |
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Hy Zy excellent - had to read a coupla times to get down inot it properly - very deep - as with many of your works thanks, m |
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Hi Zy, As I read this I remembered my youngest son coming home from school one day when he was about 5 - and saying - do you know mummy, he cut of his ear then shot himself' So reading this brought that comment which came out of the blue into my mind. The tortured anguish of an artist - you only have to look at some Van Gogh's work to see the pain yet genius showing through. Emma |
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| | | From: Zydha | Sent: 10/30/2005 11:25 PM |
Hy Mikhail, the beeb challenge was to write a dramatic monologue of someone real or fictitious and Van Gogh's last year of life in an asylum in Sainte Remy, where he painted such as A Starry Night, was my inspiration for this piece. Am glad you persevered, and did enjoy this. It is one of my more serious compositions, thanks, Zy |
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| | | From: Zydha | Sent: 10/30/2005 11:32 PM |
Absolutely, Emma, I did not like all of his work, but many were so unique in his use of brushstrokes and palette knife. The dramatic part of this challenge kind of stuck me for the week and suddenly Van Gogh's last twelve months of life in an asylum, still painting what he saw from his window in such a way. As you so rightly say, pained...yet a genius, so blended, throughout his short and troubled life, Zy |
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