vincent the flower
by Rob
Plath
as i walked the
incomparable roads
of auvers sur oise
i saw van gogh’s ghost
in the flowers of france
in each purple artichoke thistle
in each white wheel of the daisy
in each fiery stretching torch lily
in each point of star jasmin
in each golden crown of sunflower
etc…
i don’t think he was really a man
but rather flowers trapped
inside a human body
look closer
his real self-portraits
were each & every flower
madly blooming on the canvas
rob plath has published a
shitload of poems & books in the underground presses. he lives alone w/the
ghost of his cat. more info can be found at robplath.com.
Bernice Holtzman’s
paintings
and collages have appeared in shows at various venues
in Manhattan, including the Back Fence in Greenwich Village, the Producer’s
Club, the Black Door Gallery on W. 26th St., and one other place she
can’t remember, but it was in a basement, and she was well received. She is the
Assistant Art Director for Yellow Mama.
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