5/3/2023 0 Comments The starry starry night bookSomeone has caught the candles of the sky You humble pissers call the stars, like wheelsĬartwheeling across the crouching roofs of Arles. I have ambition stronger than any aqueduct. Their aqueduct? For your pathetic little pump? Your ancestors, the Romans, would have beenįurious with you. In a tribute to your beloved little city Arles?Īch, du lieber Augustin, alles ist weg, weg.Īll is lost, lost, Augustin, but take it easy.įrom the second-greatest pisser in the world. O white thighs in their black mesh! Vive Lautrec! To let me feast on a white flash of flesh.Ī prelude to the whorehouse we're going to. Lotte loosened her bodice strings a little And, Paul, it was Inferno.Īn absolute Inferno. That's what belief is-doubt made consistent. ![]() We are insignificant, a mouse in a coal mine,īut I was passionate and Lotte was radiant. Look through the windows at these thin poplars,ĭid they listen? Did you believe your sermon?Īnd look at the stars guttering like candles So that, at least, your turmoil can settle. How often have I admonished little Gauguin,īut, Vincent, you preached and you believed, though? Reverend van Gogh like the lantern's wick,Įrect with the beatitude "Blessed are the poor"? My heart was riven by Lotte's bulging eyes, I watched without the compassion of the evangelist They chewed with the voracity of machines. I satĪway from them so I could see them better, One of them was Lotte,ĭelicate devourer of their only crop. With their lantern-red, crooked Dutch faces, I first beheld them, the family of Millet, Yes! Now, you asked me about this painting. That this agreement, as pleasant and as hospitable as it is, is not for good. What we are not doing is not accepting this: Which he then sells to Goupil's at a cut. Two thousand francs a month, for which I send him This is the arrangement with your brother: Now, in this little box we put our capital, agreed? Bonjour, Monsieur Gauguin.Ĭome in! Come in! The door is open, Paul. Everything is yellow here, or gold.įrom the pampas of Peru! Gauguin is here! Or over in those bushes there? Fifty francs. Three, wait, let me see, three corners up.īoy, you're really talkative, aren't you? ![]() Your friend the Dutchman lives in the yellow house,īut you don't want to wake him. Look, the fog is sneaking out of the city streetsĪnd stripped of everything but the sun. I believe it's capable of breeding saints That bears, if you look very hard, the imprint ![]() Our city's not a city but a fair-sized town If you stay here, you'll see the miracle. Now dawn will set those cypresses on fire.
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