The following is a retrospective of the relativities of a certain artist. (Vincent Van Gogh). Given the circumstances of his life and death and as an allusion and a antistrophe, it is a antrorse to the actual illusion of his death. It also refers to the multiplicities of artists as they de-nigrated themselves to the 'Realities of the World'
WHY DID VAN GOGH KILL HIMSELF . . .
Check the appropriate box as per below.
Box number 1 - 'His FEET hurt from wearing wooden SHOES.'
Box number 2 - 'he ran out of VINO.'
Box number 3 - 'His Father was a preacher'
Box number 4 - 'He heard black Crows Calling to him.'
Box number 5 - 'He was INSANE.'
Box number 6 - 'He couldn't play the electric Guitar.
Box number 7 - 'His girlfriend didn't call him on the telephone.
Box number 8 - 'He got tired of driving TAXI CABS'
Box number 9 - 'His left brain didn't agree with his right brain.'
Box number 10 - 'He couldn't play the violin'
Box number 11 - 'He RAN out of cigarettes.'
Box number 12 - 'He didn't promote himself adequately.'
Box number 13 - 'He wasted his time typing on a computer.'
Box number 14 - 'He used the Color Blue instead of purple when painting his greatist masterpieice.
Box number 15 - 'He thought that the Rouen Cathedral was Andre Breton.
Box number 16 - 'He was tired of putting up with the aplanatic bourgeoise.'
Box number 17 - His mother abandoned him.
Box number 18 - 'He didn't get enough POON-TANG
Box number 19 - 'He was tired of STARVING TO DEATH.'
Box number 20 - 'He was caught between TWO *@#* (I mean Words) that refutiated the posits of Reality and DREAM.
Box number 21 - NONE OF THE ABOVE.
BOX NUMBER *))))) All of THE ABOVE.
HE WAS RIPPED OFF . . . rsbeal copytight
right 1836
Vincent Van Gogh died in the year of our lord 1800 (something or other). He bore a child that was later to Become a GENIUS.
Vincent Van Gogh died of a Bullet wound to his stomach when he shot himself with a small revolver that was given to him by GAUGUIN. . . Gauguin later reputiated that and claimed that 'Rouault, Raoul Dufy and the 'Muse'e National du Louvre' gave Van Gogh the revolver that resulted in his rather untimely Death. . . BUT WHO IS to REALLY SAY . . . 'GAUGUIN took RAT POISON and DIED . Theo died of a heart attack, and a bourse is a bout with a boutique. . . R S Beal lived a short while longer just in order to HUMILATE the ny times. . . But Who's to say . . . VIVE' VIBE SURREALISME' SINCE WHEN 'WANNA CRITQUE THIS PIG' long live BRETON long live Surreal. 'A siren in the Distance is a premonition of resistance.' And I'm HUNGARY, I am TIRED, but I WILL PAINT just one more for DECANDENCE and SOCIETY.
(In 1913 the NEW YORK Times Declared the 'ARMORY SHOW' as INSANITY.) To the Great laggard Public. . . . A man is just a man, a myth is just a myth, a women is just . . . OH REALLY . . . . GOD 'What She Wipes out I reposit, What she posits I position, What she denigrates, I vice probe, what she hates, I make, I AM HE, I will fall as all small men do, I will love as all do, 'THE BEAUTY OF LANGUAGE IS BEYOUND DECEIT' oh REALLY . . . I have four toes and I walk this EARTH in . .
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The above is a tribute to Van Gogh, Duchamp, Magrtitte, BLAKE, and all that walk upon this heaven and Earth.
'And did these feet in ancient time. . .
Walk upon England's pleasant land
Bring me my Bow of Gold
Bring me my Arrows of Desire
I will not cease from Mental fight
Bring me my spear of Gold, oh clouds unfold,
Bring me my Chariot of FIRE!
I will not cease from mental fight
until Jeruslaem is built upon Englands GREEN AND Pleasant
LAND.
____________ Bring me my Chariot of FIRE Blake 1804-1810 An interpretation of Blake.
Vincent Van Gogh Alienated himself from the General public in the year 1834,
shortly, there-after HE DIED.
'The Productions of Time hath no TIME FOR SORROW. . .' PERSIST IN KNAVERY AND I WILL BRING YOU THE SORROW OF DELIGHT. . .
'Milton wrote in fetters' . . . . ..............................DESIRE ONLY REASON. I have fallen into the abyss of the five sense's. A TREE LOVES WATER. A KNAVE LOVES A FOOL. A PESTILENCE LOVES DISEASE. A COMET FORGIVES A PLOW. THE SUBLIME FORGIVES THE MOMENT. No Light shall I GIVE. No moment shall I bleed. No DAY shall I heed. No wise man shall I HEED. He who desires and acts not, will . . . No action will take, not faction will fakce, no mistake wil make. no HATE Will BREAK. rsbeal 2000
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