Killing Clowns

Empty pages are freakish. Too beautiful to touch, to
sully, to fingerprint so casually. They are whole, and
the essence of words, writing,
/ breaks that
/ like speech breaks a full silence.
/
… I live my life breaking things, so why am I so afraid of killing clowns?
/
/
c. Kate Gough 2017

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reverberate.verb

I want to reclaim so many words from the INDUSTRIES of today:

Reverberate is a wild, wide, ecstatic word that could cover the
earth with waves of pressure all by itself! The sound of a gong
struck by Olympus-like gods — huge and soul-changing,
sweeping aside old leaves and leftovers
for something fresh and new,
stirring the heart to savor empty space,
the wide open(ing) stillness after

its many
returning
resonances

so that its waters are clear
for whatever comes ) next.


c. Kate Gough

Constructed

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you’re
\ \ \ so carefully constructed
flaunting what you
\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ think
they want to see
\ \ \ a rare yet
\ \ \ ordinary concoction of
\ exotic and reliable
\ likeable, careful, reserved:
never
known.

but when you look in the mirror
thousands of dead
birds fly the nest,
falling out of your eyes
to rest
forever
\
still.

~Kate Gough, 8/6/17

Vincent

There are so many people, especially among our comrades, who imagine that words are nothing – on the contrary, isn’t it true that saying a thing well is as interesting and as difficult as painting it?
(Vincent van Gogh)

Painting is a faith, and it imposes the duty to disregard public van-gogh-autoportrait-chapeau-pailleopinion.
(Vincent van Gogh)

I come back dissatisfied – I put it away, and when I have rested a little, I go and look at it with a kind of fear. Then I am still dissatisfied, because I still have that splendid scene too clearly in my mind to be satisfied with what I have made of it. But I find in my work an echo of what struck me…
(Vincent van Gogh)

 Only he can be an artist who has a religion all his own – an original way of viewing infinity.
(Vincent van Gogh)

Still, there is a calm, pure harmony, and music inside of me.
(Vincent van Gogh)

One may have a blazing hearth in one’s soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.
(Vincent van Gogh)

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I’ve failed again!
(Vincent van Gogh)

What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?
(Vincent van Gogh)

It is better to be high-spirited even though one makes more mistakes, than to be narrow-minded and all too prudent.
(Vincent van Gogh)

*featured image: photograph of Vincent van Gogh

*image one: Autoportrait, 1889, Vincent van Gogh

*image two: Portrait of Vincent van Gogh, 1886 by John Peter Russell