Van Gogh became a painter because he had no ear for music.
quote by Nikki Harris
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Painter Man
Went to college, studied arts
To be an artist make a start
Studied hard, gettin my degree
But no one seemed to notice me
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Tried cartoons and comic books
Dirty postcards could have done
Here was where the money laid
Classic art has had its day
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Did adverts for t.v.
Household shops and brands of tea
Labels all around the cans
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
La...la...la...la...la...la...
La...la...la...la...la...la...la...
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
song performed by by Boney M.
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Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.
quote by Vincent Van Gogh
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The Painter (Ang Pintor)
The Painter...
He colored the sky
He colored the sea
and even the mountains
and the field.
The Painter...
He colored the roses
and even the birds
and animals
in the farm.
The Painter...
even my life...
He colored.
But the Painter,
I guess no one
have seen Him yet.
The Painter...
can anyone paint the colors
of His life?
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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A Flower From Alice
Narrow purple circles
Refined on the borders of chaos
Colors of the edge
You take me into acrylics
You surround me with color
Ebullient joy wakes the war
The war of all men
Circles of sorrow
Malcolm X standing tall
Sketches of balance
Scales older than medieval eyes
Snow in the sun on pine branches
Beauty in the serene morning
Blood crimson as pain
Music penetrates the castle walls
She is dark like a sapphire moon
She is real like the stars of Van Gogh
You are the eclectic Madonna
Golden trumpet of Miles
Hunger of a roaring lion
Loose behind a good drummer
Emotion not quite cognitive
Doors of perception
Music created like a painter
Out of the jungle comes the sun
The subliminal dawn
A flower from Alice
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Of my own work I think that the picture of peasants eating potatoes I did in Nuenen is after all the best I've done.
Vincent van Gogh in letter to Wilhelmina van Gogh (1887)
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He has Van Gogh's ear for music.
quote by Billy Wilder
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What makes people the world over stand in line for Van Gogh is not that they will see beautiful pictures but that in an indefinable way they will come away feeling better human beings. And that is exactly what Van Gogh hoped for.
quote by John Russell
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And then I went round the corner and there's a Van Gogh portrait, and you just think, well, this is another level. A higher level, actually. I love the Sargent, but it's not the level of Van Gogh.
quote by David Hockney
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Sunflowers After Sex.
After the sex she stood
In front of the Van Gogh
Painting and gazed. Never
Saw that last night, she said.
It was dark, Max replied.
She touched the painting
With her fingers. Why have
A painting of flowers when
You can go out and buy some?
She asked. They last longer this
Way, he replied. So did you
Paint this? She asked in a state
Of semi undress, her eyes sleepy,
Her hair in a mess. No, Van Gogh
Did, he replied. Is he a friend of
Yours? She asked rubbing her breasts.
He sighed and shook his head. No,
Van Gogh painted that many years
Ago, now he’s dead. It’s a bit yellow,
She said, looking at the painting
Closer, what are those yellow flowers
Supposed to be? Sunflowers, he said,
They’re big flowers; people grow them
For real. She raised her eyebrows and
Pulled a face. What about that drink?
She asked. Sure, Max replied pouring
Her gin in a tall glass. She took, sipped
And winked an eye. What about more
Sex? She sighed. Sure, Max, looking at
Van Gogh’s Sunflowers, boringly replied.
poem by Terry Collett
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~ Ich bin ein Künstler [Fusion Poetry] ~
~ Ich bin ein Künstler [Fusion Poetry] ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
April 18,2010
[Humble apology: Like music dance painting etc. I’m offering linguistic fusion in poetry ~ ‘Fusion Poetry’. Readers’ are requested to refer to glossary ~ niv]
I’m stark stone
Sculpt myself
Schnitzen my ownself
Ciseau my soul’s self.
Kaleidoscopic emersion of
Biblio Tagore
Visual van Gogh
Vox Lata Mangeshkar
Allow me be for you?
Treasure my self
Fête with my own self
Nestle my soul’s self.
Savourez-moi pourquoi ne pas?
Ich bin ein Künstler! ~ A Silhouette but! !
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Glossary:
Ich bin ein Künstler [Ger] ~ I am an Artist
Schnitzen [Ger] ~ Carve
Ciseau [Fr] ~ Chisel
Savourez-moi pourquoi ne pas? [Fr] ~ Savor [enjoy] me why not?
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Info:
[1] Tagore R. N.1861-1941 [A poet, novelist, musician, and playwright. Nobel Laureate in literature 1913 for ‘Gitanjali’ or `Song offerings. Perhaps the only litterateur who penned anthems of two countries: Bangladesh-Amar Shonar Bangla and India- Jana Gana Mana. In 1919, following the Amritsar massacre of 400 Indian demonstrators by British troops, Sir Tagore renounced his Knighthood]
[2] Vincent van Gogh 1853-1890 [Dutch Post-impressionist painter noted for his use of color]
[3] Lata Mangeshkar 1929 -. [Is the second vocalist ever to have received the Bharat Ratna, India's highest civilian honor. Nightingale of India]
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Music is...
Music is...
Music is expression...
Music is freedom...
Music is the song of life...
Music is notes...
Music is noise...
Music is beat...
Music is relaxing...
Music is peace...
Music is loud...
Music is calm...
Music is meaningful...
Music is sound...
Music is heart...
Music is soul...
Music is mind...
Music is body...
Music is nature...
Music is language...
Music is the song of my life...
Music is everything...
Music is me...
Music is....
poem by Madeline anderson
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My grandfather was not a musician but he was an artist - a painter, a decorative painter.
quote by Gyorgy Ligeti
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Gazing At Sunflowers
Your first wife’s friend
came in with her
for a coffee and chat
and you were sitting
on the sofa
with the sleeping cat
and she looked
at the Van Gogh print
of sunflowers
over the mantelpiece
above the open fire
did you paint that?
the friend asked
staring at it
through John Lennon
type glasses
no you said
it’s a Van Gogh print
oh she said
peering closer
I do like flowers don’t you?
Yeah you replied
sunflowers have a way
when Van Gogh
pushes them through
and she stood in silence
taking in the print
and flowers
and colours
and you noticed
she had a run
in her stockings
from the back
of her knee
to where
her thigh disappeared
beneath her drab dress
and your first wife
came in and said
oh you’re not looking
at that painting are you?
He knows all about
those arty types
with their odd ways
and weird eyes
and her friend said
turning round
scratching her ass
I know nothing
of art and such
it’s way out
of my class.
poem by Terry Collett
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I never consciously said, 'I want to be an actor.' It sounds stupid, but it's kind of like being a painter or something. You don't say, 'From today on I'm going to be a painter.' It's not something conscious - you've just been painting pictures all your life.
quote by Franka Potente
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The Painter And The Pandemic
A Painter and the Pandemic
An old lady in our village died last night… flu,
but since it was not the swine variety no one took
notice, the world press will not come here, we’ll
not see our houses on the TV. There are many
disappointments, Amazon floods, many dead, alas,
not from The Flu, survivors can sit on mud banks
without face masks, and wait for all we care.
Gauguin cut Van Gogh’s ear off, at a whore house,
then he went off to Hawaii painted native girls with
big bosoms and flowers behind well formed ears.
Now we know why. A pity none of the women who
worked there, didn’t write down their memoirs, so
a relative could proudly announce that my great, great,
great grandmother knew them both.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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A nude pose
The middle aged Woman gatecrashed
Early in the morning.
'I do modelling and how much you pay for a nude pose? '
I looked around and my wife's frying something in the kitchen,
I said; ' It's not me next-door the painter.'
'He said you're the painter & poet.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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All i got to my name.
All I got to my name,
Is my music
It's all i ever am
and all i will be
you can't take it away
it's all i got to my name
My music is my life
my music is my love
my music is my fire on a cold day
my music is my castle where i stay all the day
my music is home
where i feel safe
It's all I got to my name
don't you dare take it away
it's what makes me me and not you
My music is my best friend
my music is my nae
it's all I own that matters to me
My music is all i got to my name
no family
no friends
all i need is my music
I need nothing but my music
it's what I do all the day
all I can say
My music My music
all i got to my name...
poem by Alice Lion
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What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero.
quote by Pablo Picasso
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No person who is not a great sculptor or painter can be an architect. If he is not a sculptor or painter, he can only be a builder.
quote by John Ruskin
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To put down an ideogram of a table so that people will recognize it as a table is not the work of a painter, but to sense it for a moment as a magic carpet with a leg hanging down at each corner is the beginning of a painter's imagination.
quote by Frank Auerbach
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