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I'm sorry for being in a pit of despair. I'm sorry for not knowing how to repair. I want to rest but the devil knows something I cannot tell. It haunts me to the ends of the world. It is completely devouring my soul. I am weary. I need to rest. I'm so sorry for not being able to tell.
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
Saturn Devouring His Son (Goya)
I'm sorry for being in a pit of despair. I'm sorry for not knowing how to repair. I want to rest but the devil knows something I cannot tell. It haunts me to the ends of the world. It is completely devouring my soul. I am weary. I need to rest. I'm so sorry for not being able to tell.
Poem based on one of Francisco Goya's "Black Paintings". Originally painted on the walls of his house, it was not meant to be published for the public eye. Years after his death, 14 dark paintings were recovered from the walls. They depict Goya's turmoil for his faith in the Spanish society as well as for his own deterring mental and physical state. While "Saturn Devouring His Son" is a depiction of the Roman myth of Saturn fearing his sons overtaking him, it also reveals the insanity of Goya, and how he engraved it into the confines of his own home.
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
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