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Thank you, Mr. Biblio, for posting this. I got through a Van Gogh presentation without sobbing. The B&W revealed much about his painting. The monologue was a bit melodramatic in the French way, but it was the 60’s and a young director was stamping his gravatar on the collective conscience. What a broken love.
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Working Out – by Charles Bukowski
Van Gogh cut off his ear
gave it to a
prostitute
who flung it away in
extreme
disgust.
Van, whores don’t want
ears
they want
money.
I guess that’s why you were
such a great
painter: you
didn’t understand
much
else.
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Lord what a poem.
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