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“cold winter sky— where will this wandering beggar grow old?” — Issa I. Stories A ranch north of Spain, his woman, their child... a dream painted over, gone. His... (unrequited) ...own tragedy for himself— young death in Paris. Quiet night at nine, inside a café... gunshots— being... nothingness... II. Histories A cold monochrome, the winter hue of darkness: umbra of despair. Portraits of torment: beggars, drunkards, prostitutes, 1901— Lapis lazuli thinned, turpentined—bleu de France— ennui of sorrow. III. Images Melancholia —the impotence of the will— in Barcelona. Barefoot on the street corner, sitting on the ground, he leaned on nothing. A half-stringed guitar...... Germaine’s ******* distracted him.. he laid his revenge. IV. Meanings No can a beggar... no steel strings a guitarist... —a friend’s eulogy. The cadaverous curves of the bones torqued the flesh— tedium of old age. An allegory: artists, poets, mendicants... ****** or broke oglers? V. The Painting His evocation: the grave of Casagemas— a guilt exorcised. A mute’s discontent, a blind man’s desolation, an oil masterpiece! An old guitarist, blind, begging for an audience— a blue Picasso.
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Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
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“cold winter sky— where will this wandering beggar grow old?” — Issa I. Stories A ranch north of Spain, his woman, their child... a dream painted over, gone. His... (unrequited) ...own tragedy for himself— young death in Paris. Quiet night at nine, inside a café... gunshots— being... nothingness... II. Histories A cold monochrome, the winter hue of darkness: umbra of despair. Portraits of torment: beggars, drunkards, prostitutes, 1901— Lapis lazuli thinned, turpentined—bleu de France— ennui of sorrow. III. Images Melancholia —the impotence of the will— in Barcelona. Barefoot on the street corner, sitting on the ground, he leaned on nothing. A half-stringed guitar...... Germaine’s ******* distracted him.. he laid his revenge. IV. Meanings No can a beggar... no steel strings a guitarist... —a friend’s eulogy. The cadaverous curves of the bones torqued the flesh— tedium of old age. An allegory: artists, poets, mendicants... ****** or broke oglers? V. The Painting His evocation: the grave of Casagemas— a guilt exorcised. A mute’s discontent, a blind man’s desolation, an oil masterpiece! An old guitarist, blind, begging for an audience— a blue Picasso.
Written 21 August 2013 Copyright © Cassandra Cepe. All rights received.
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Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
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