Starry, Starry Snow
by Steven McCabe
I saw Vincent walking down my street.
He said, ‘I’m cold.’
I said, ‘You’re not alone.’
He said, ‘Finally.’
Phone camera: Toronto street
NASA space image
Vincent Van Gogh: ‘Self-Portrait with Straw Hat’
Paris: Summer, 1887
Oil on Canvas
The Detroit Institue of Arts
Wow, wow, wow!!! x
Thank you for this enthusiastic response!
I love this. I’ve always thought how heartbreaking it is that van Gogh was so alone/lonely. There’s a wonderful sequence of tiny marginal images that appeared in The New Yorker several years ago on that theme. Did you see them? If not, I’ll scan the collection (I cut them out of the magazine — they were scattered across several pages — and assembled them on one sheet of paper) and e-mail it to you.
Yes, wasn’t Van Gogh so very lonely? I once did an art project with a school group and found myself telling them Van Gogh was one of the most lonely people ever.I’d love to see what you have from the New Yorker. Thanks so much and thanks so much for your thoughts.
The photo of Vincent Van Gogh in it’s wonderful surrounding, and the simple incredible poem, arrives with a series of coincidences in my life now. Thank you Seven McCabe.
Rest In Peace Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Fantastic that this was part of synchronicity for you. That’s wonderful to hear. Yes sadly the world as it is for Vincent. Thank you for this.
You are very welcome, thank you for this keeper.
Oops, apologies for mis-spelling, Steven x
For a brief moment I quite enjoyed being ‘Seven.’ :- )
An opportunity in disguise.