Vincent van Gogh, Dutch
Great Moments in Phallic Billiard Table Arrangements, 1888
Oil on canvas
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Info, or links that point to more info, about this artist can be found here, here (archived if necessary), here, here, here, here, here, here (can be read in full for free on Fridays), here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here, perhaps in addition to what’s in his Wikipedia page.
Perhaps more about this artist can be found here.
Archive of the webpage pointed to by my comments 16th here link, if necessary.
/// Five drunks slump in van Gogh’s Night Café
for the world’s saddest mini-soirée.
Under bright hellish light
stands the owner (in white)
but his lower left leg’s gone astray.
/// The proprietor, Monsieur Ginoux,
runs a café-cum-flophouse milieu.
Every possible view
has its own lurid hue,
and the angles are oddly askew.
/// There are some who see size as subjective.
Try to see it from Vincent’s perspective.
Though a cue stick that long
may to my eye look wrong,
he’s a genius (whose brain is defective).
/// The dank atmosphere’s heavy and damp;
swirling halos surround every lamp.
All-night customers snooze
between belting bad booze.
They span all definitions of “tramp.”
/// Vincent’s Night Café lures and entices,
desperate customers with banal vices.
The lamps seem to have eyes,
like the phones we all prize,
filled with cameras and spyware devices.
/// This one’s truly a world masterpiece
and its merits will only increase.
For three nights in a row
there stood Vincent van Gogh*
because painting is what brought him peace.
*This is the usual American pronunciation of his name,
not the unable-to-be-rhymed Dutch pronunciation or
those used in yet other countries.
/// Poor, sad Vince didn’t live to see fame.
For his own death he’s been assigned blame.
And “van Go,” “Gock” or “Goff,”
to his ear would sound off.
Seems we can’t even say the man’s name!
/// Vincent’s story is fairly well known:
How his work went unsold and unshown.
How he severed one ear,
lived with pain and with fear,
but his oeuvre can stand on its own.