His
wicked Grin
Van Gogh’s
ear
Was a
wicked place
So wicked
indeed
He had to sever it
Right
from his face
To this
very day
Lucky for
us the
Voices went
away
Just then
because
His wicked
Grin
Would be
where he
Would have
started
Again….
Chris
McQueeney 10/18/12 12:54 P.M.
I have yet to
meet or study an artist that isn’t in some way a tortured soul. Maybe the
transition through that inner turmoil brings the art, or just thins the
bullshit layered on top of it. Vincent Van Gogh is one of my favorite painters,
and his inner demons are legendary! The story surrounding his severed ear are
many…and they don’t matter that much to me. What matters to me is that his
inner turmoil brought some of the world’s most beautiful art to life. In his
short 37 years of life Van Gogh produced thousands of paintings and prints and
drawings…what a treasure trove of work.
Today I turn 35, and I thought it was appropriate
that d’Verse wanted a verse about a dead man…at least that was what I read from
the second option. Van Gogh’s tragic end was a spiral that started long before
his death, but it sped up in the last two years of his life.
So, I propose
to you that you bring forth your crazy, revel in it, and produce something beautiful!
Change the world with your soul. Love us with your demons. Cut a visceral track
across us with your art..
Mine Art
I inflict my soul on you
As often as I
can.
I tear wide my
chest for you
See my torn heart.
Count the
beats.
See the stutter
start stop
My life flowing
in those constricted confines.
Breathe my muse
with me
Exhale long in relief
Surviving
Her tender embrace.
For her teeth
are sharp
And bite she
will.
But oh the
beauty
She sees
through my eyes.
And oh the
words
She pushes
through my fingers.
Chris
McQueeney 10/18/12 1:48 P.M
