The artist born ahead of his time
Will see no reward, no glory, no fame
Alone with his demons
He wrestles to the death.
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Laurence, well stated! Don McLean would be proud... great poem! Brian
YES! And when the time that was ahead of him becomes the time that is behind him, all he leaves us is what he brought with him in the first place! That which is the product of what he saw through his own eyes - the eyes he wanted us all to see through. So much more honorable than the eyes-shut stultification of the majority who walk lock-step and single file through time, never looking up or beyond forward. Vincent was the epitome of the honorable artist's path, a pin-point of passion which even absynth couldnn't squelch or console. (Second time through this one. Just had to put in my two cents worth.)
' Put out your eyes and see! Cut off your ears and hear! ' simply brilliant poem...loved it!