Jerry Behr Number 2
Vincent Van Gogh - Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2
Throughout the ages poets wrote about anything and
everything under the sun. They wrote about sunshine,
it’s raining, cloudiness, or it’s windy any subject that
comes to mind. The leaves on trees, and bees that fly
around flowers, birds and the magic and freedom of flight.
I have noticed that poets don’t write about people who
talk to themselves. It does beg the Question why not, is it
just as disturbing now as it was in Vincent Van Gogh’s
time? Even on the Internet the soliloquists seem to ask for
a cure for their affliction, are there many soliloquists?
Vincent had grim fears of it; his Pa would hear
Vincent talking and mumbling to himself, so on a
couple of occasions his Pastor father tried to
put Vincent in a mental asylum. Theo his younger
brother influenced Vincent asked.
“Instead of talking to yourself write letters
to me, and I will read them? ”So began one of the
world’s greatest correspondents, hundreds and hundreds
of letters from Vincent would be kept by Theo. Yet the
irresistible passion to practice soliloquy was always there.
After a while Vincent would say “Back to work.” He would
use his art as a means to control his soliloquy and which way
his character leans. Little did Vincent know later in the
21st Century that practicing soliloquy would be
considered normal amongst creative artistic people.
However, the discipline between “the work” and
soliloquy has to be maintained as it is now and as
it was then. It requires great intelligence and imagination
along with discipline in order to hold onto reality
while pushing the “limits” of the mind self told.©
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