The Pained Painter


The Pained Painter is an experimental piece. I'm attempting to write, once again, in the voice of another. In this case some dead painter named Vincent Van Gogh... ??? I have no idea. Apparently he chopped of his ear crazy bastard! ;) Unfortunately the form gets messed up when I post so the effect is lost. If interested in seeing it in it's true form let me know! Enjoy!

I pick up my paint and brushes.
Each layer
I hide behind.
I paint myself between the cypresses and cobblestone cafes.
Each one of you
certain of my insanity.

I prove you right and chop off my own left ear
..Self Portrait with Bandaged Ear...

But you know nothing.
Do nothing.
Forcing my own hand
I seek my own asylum.
I pick up my paint and brushes.
I write myself into letters
Hundreds of them.
My beloved brother Theo
you will never understand.
This time was never meant for a man like me.
So much color in my mind and on my palette.

Reality is pleading with me:
Pull the trigger