Raw and uncut, the Poet
sharpened his edge
His entry point targeted
fury bright red
The first cut the deepest
and clean to the bone
A wound bleeding freely
—all sutures unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
I’ve been reading and rereading “Immolatio”!
Michelangelo Buonarroti’s vision of him painting the Sistine Chapel ceiling keeps popping in my head and how he reluctantly accepted that commission!
Perhaps it’s because I just finished reading a book about him and also remembering the film, “The Agony and the Ecstasy”!
~Laura~
Great analogy, Laura. It seems many of the greatest artists
were at times the most tortured.
"Remembering Van Gogh's ear"....
Ohh I've heard a few stories, makes me shiver, about 'cutting up', etc. I've gone all cold now, remembering one or two of them!
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