Hi,
There's a world of musical and visual art here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dipFMJckZOM.
Vincent
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That was truly lovely - thank you for posting it Steven.
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very nice Steven ! Enjoyed the slide show of paintings as much as the song separately plus they renewed the enjoyment of the song itself.
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Another song plus visual art to go along with Vincent
The Painter
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAZyNDpZpQI
The Painter
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAZyNDpZpQI
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Hi Kush,
The Anka song / van Gogh assemblage is remarkable. Thank you for the link.
The Anka song / van Gogh assemblage is remarkable. Thank you for the link.
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Thanks Steven and Kush,
Both those links were most enjoyable! Two of my major loves - art and music and wonderfully combined.
Bev
Both those links were most enjoyable! Two of my major loves - art and music and wonderfully combined.

Bev
It doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to B4real ~ me
Attitude is a self-fulfilling prophecy ~ me ...... The magic of art is the truth of its lies ~ me ...... Only left-handers are in their right mind!
Attitude is a self-fulfilling prophecy ~ me ...... The magic of art is the truth of its lies ~ me ...... Only left-handers are in their right mind!
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Here is one of my favorite poems by Robert Fagels:
"The Starry Night"
Long as I paint
I feel myself
less mad
the brush in my hand
a lightning rod to madness
But never ground that madness
execute it ride the lightning up
from these benighted streets and steeple up
with the cypress look its black is burning green
I am that I am it cries
it lifts me up the nightfall up
the cloudrack coiling like a dragon's flanks
a third of the stars in heaven wheeling in its wake
wheels in wheels around the moon that cradles round the sun
and if I can only trail these whirling eternal stars
with one sweep of the brush like Michael's sword if I can
cut the life out of the beast - safeguard the mother and the son
all heaven will hymn in conflagration blazing down
the night the mountain ranges down
the claustrophobic valleys of the mad
Madness
is what I have instead of heaven
God deliver me - help me now deliver
all this frenzy back into your hands
our brushstrokes burning clearer into dawn.
"The Starry Night"
Long as I paint
I feel myself
less mad
the brush in my hand
a lightning rod to madness
But never ground that madness
execute it ride the lightning up
from these benighted streets and steeple up
with the cypress look its black is burning green
I am that I am it cries
it lifts me up the nightfall up
the cloudrack coiling like a dragon's flanks
a third of the stars in heaven wheeling in its wake
wheels in wheels around the moon that cradles round the sun
and if I can only trail these whirling eternal stars
with one sweep of the brush like Michael's sword if I can
cut the life out of the beast - safeguard the mother and the son
all heaven will hymn in conflagration blazing down
the night the mountain ranges down
the claustrophobic valleys of the mad
Madness
is what I have instead of heaven
God deliver me - help me now deliver
all this frenzy back into your hands
our brushstrokes burning clearer into dawn.
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Hi Squidgy,
Never saw that poem before. Artists of extreme genius of expression often pay a price for extraordinary states
that produce great art. They can and not infrequently do get burned by their own fire. an instance of
which the poem seems to be describing. I like the poem a lot.
Never saw that poem before. Artists of extreme genius of expression often pay a price for extraordinary states
that produce great art. They can and not infrequently do get burned by their own fire. an instance of
which the poem seems to be describing. I like the poem a lot.