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Sunday, April 19, 2020

The killer inside Vincent Van Goah

 ..He told Henri about his life in Arles.. While he spoke his eyes flashed their messages to his brain. Yes, it was Vincent but a different Vincent....

Van Gogh in Arles, France. Vincent lived in Arles in the South of France for more than a year. He experienced great productivity there before suffering from a mental breakdown.Vincent arrived in Arles on 20 February 1888.
        Quiet, cowed, with dull, haunted eyes...No portfolio, no gourd of rum, the equivalent of smell and taste like burgundy, she told Henri about his life in Tombstone, Arizona. The year of 1881. Spent in the field under the boiling sun, painting withe frenzy of madness


The staggering walked back to town at sunset over dusty country
The Gunfight at the O.K. Corral was a 30-second shootout betweenlawmen and members of a loosely organized group of outlaws called theCowboys that took place at about 3:00 p.m. on Wednesday, October 26, 1881, in TombstoneArizona Territory. It is generally regarded as the most famous shootout in the history of the American Wild West. The gunfight was the result of a long-simmering feud, with Cowboys Billy ClaiborneIkeand Billy Clanton, and Tom and Frank McLaury on one side and town Marshal Virgil EarpSpecial Policeman Morgan Earp, Special PolicemanWyatt Earp, and temporary policeman Doc Holliday on the other side. Billy Clanton and both McLaury brothers were killed. Ike Clanton, Billy Claiborne, and Wes Fuller ran from the fight. Virgil, Morgan, and Doc Holliday were wounded, but Wyatt Earp was unharmed. Wyatt is often erroneously regarded as the central figure in the shootout, although his brother Virgilwas Tombstone city marshal and deputy U.S. marshal that day and had far more experience as a sheriff, constable, marshal, and soldier in combat.The gunfight was not the end of the conflict. On December 28, 1881, Virgil Earp was ambushed and maimed in a murder attempt by the Cowboys. On March 18, 1882, a Cowboy fired from a dark alley through the glass door of a Campbell & Hatch's saloon and billiard parlor, killing Morgan Earp.Despite its name, the gunfight did not take place within or next to the O.K. Corral, which fronted Allen Street and had a rear entrance lined with horse stalls on Fremont Street. The shootout actually took place in a narrow lot on the side of C. S. Fly's Photographic Studio on Fremont Street, six doors west of the O.K. Corral's rear entrance. Some members of the two opposing parties were initially only about 6 feet apart. About 30 shots were fired in 30 seconds.[Ike Clanton subsequently filed murder charges against the Earps and Doc Holliday. After a 30-day preliminary hearing and a brief stint in jail, the lawmen were shown to have acted within the law.
Then Gauguin' s  long awaited arrival, the happy relationship was on the first days, their trip to gether to Avignon.
then back in Arles have had the first quarrels.

the argument degenerating into brawls; the recocilliations in absinthe Such as devil spirits, spirit withdrawal spirits , Or the green goddess ... is in French. But has a derivation of the word ABSINTHIUM which is Latin Which has the meaning to be insulting but inviting to challenge that "Never drinkable"! Finally the crack up, the glass of absinthe flung into Guaguin's face., the scuffle, the murderous rage. Gymbal crashing in  his head. His brain staring in whirl in his skull, the temporary madness when the walls shook before his eyes, and the floor rocked under his feet. The razor;the slash of his ear, the tramp to the brothel in the night with the grusome gift of fresh wrapped in a newspaper. Then he return with the blood dripping to the hotel and atlast the epileptic fit. He collasped on the floor. Theo rushed down to P and arranged him to be taken to the asylum at St. Remy. From Russia the disease reached Europe, spreading across it in 3 consecutive waves (1889–1890, 1890–1891, and 1891–1892), differing in terms of morbidity and mortality. Changes that took place in the nineteenth century fostered the rapid spread of the disease. Substantial increase in the population, especially in towns, facilitated the expansion of infectious diseases transmitted from person to person. The intensive development of railways also contributed to this effect because they linked distant places, with numerous intermediate stops, and enabled large numbers of people to travel within a short time and across vast distances. The impact of new ways of travelling on the spread of infectious diseases was noticed by some people relatively early. It was Parsons, mentioned above, that stated that influenza first appeared in the capitals (the cities best connected with one another) and in port cities. He denied the possibility that influenza could travel faster than people and that people staying in isolated places could develop it. This statement shed light on the way in which the disease spread. The cause of influenza had been unknown and it provoked debates as to whether the disease was infectious and whether it was caused by microorganisms transmitted from person to person (germ theory) or by miasma (miasmatic theory). In spite of the advances in microbiology, researchers of the late nineteenth century, such as Charles Creighton in his work entitled The History of Epidemic 1891–1894, were trying to prove the miasmatic theory 





Friday, July 3, 2015

...Vincent feels like going to L'home


There is a knocking on the door.
"Entrée"
As the door open
"VINCENT"
He dropped his tube of paint he held in his hand, snatched his cane.
"When did you arrive? How long are you staying? Come and sit on the couch and let me look at you !
How do you feel?
     While he spoke his eyes flashed their messages to his brain. Yes it was Vincent...
"Yes I was supposed I did" Vincent starred at his knotty hands".
"It almost killed me though, but perhaps it was worth it"
"even in the asylum, can you imagine Henri?"
"Stop talking about it, you all right now."
"But I want to talk about it."
Vincent persists gently " Perhaps if I do. I'll stop thinking about it. It wasn't the seclusion that hard on me.
It was the proximity of most men. We do need physical distancing.. Some of them awoke at night and you could hear them cried aloud even after the guards had dragged them away. At the time I felt I was going crazy. Something inside him seemed to have unlocked the floodgates of his speech. In a torrent of words. He told Henri about his life in Arles. the hours spent in the fields under the boiling sun, painting with a frenzy that grew into a sort of madness. And the staggering walk back to town at sunset over a dusty country road. His easel strapped on his shoulder and yield to his back, the canvas in his hand still wet




.; ‎But, my dear brother — you know, I feel I’m in Japan. I say no more than that, and again, I’ve seen nothing yet in its usual splendour.. That’s why (even while being worried that at the moment expenses are steep and the paintings of no value), that’s why I don’t despair of success in this enterprise of going on a long journey in the south. Here I’m seeing new things, I’m learning, and being treated with a bit of gentleness, my body isn’t refusing me its services. For many reasons I’d like to be able to create a pied-à-terre which, when people were exhausted, could be used to provide a rest in the country for poor Paris cab-horses like yourself and several of our friends, the poor Impressionists.Vincent Van Gogh quoted as saying, he told Henri about his life in Arles    .  she told Henri about 

l'homme
This lovely pot is in excellent condition with no damage or restoration. The silver marks are clear and easy to read (the date letter on the body of the pot is visible but rubbed however the date letter is very clear on the lid) . This pot has been tested for water retention and doesn’t leak. The handle is secure and fine to use.

Friday, June 26, 2015

...Rue Mouffetard, France.


Coutesy of Mulin Rouge by Pieere La Mure:
Marie such a pretty name. They sat down at the marble toped table, and Henri gave his order to a starched, weirdo waiter at rue Muffetard. That’s where Marie was born. Her father was a bottler in one of the rum warehouses, and naturally a drunk. Her mother used to do the street when she was young, but now she has a license as a push cart vendor. Marie older’s sister, Rose, ran away from home when she was sixteen and went to live in the Sabastopol district, Marie jopined her there two years later. As I recall I was stationed there, and that’s how I happen to remember her. “You can’t help noticing her with that mop of yellow hair and those slanting eyes. But she’s order eggs and apple pie."

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

....Marie Charlet









          Marie Charlet
            “Almost three hundred,” He thought of giving her the balance but he afraid she will leave him as soon as she got the money. They sat down at the marbled-top and he gave an order to a starched well-dressed waiter. Leisurely he removed his derby hat ..balance, but she might leave him….




There's that the moon as dawn goes, the sun had set straight out, above the sky. He who was asking me a drink and to whom I'' ll give him a drink for the exchange to tell the story until sailing away to the open shores. Off we've gone by him the captain who knows it's free because we are on board she will not return. From the shore of the shallow sea, she retired as same as I am. tonight never too soon we'll see him a poet of wisdom will slash the moon. Lol, tonight and never any word his name been told. Surely.
translation: มีดวงจันทร์เมื่อรุ่งสางไปดวงอาทิตย์ตั้งขึ้นเหนือท้องฟ้า ผู้ที่ขอเครื่องดื่มจากฉันและฉันจะให้เขาดื่มเพื่อการแลกเปลี่ยนเพื่อเล่าเรื่องจนกว่าจะแล่นเรือไปที่ชายฝั่งเปิด จากนั้นเราได้ไปกับเขากัปตันที่รู้ว่าฟรีเพราะเราอยู่บนเรือเธอจะไม่กลับมา จากชายฝั่งทะเลตื้น ๆ เธอเกษียณเหมือนฉัน คืนนี้ไม่ช้าเกินไปเราจะเห็นเขาเป็นกวีแห่งปัญญาที่จะเฉือนดวงจันทร์ ฮ่า ๆ คืนนี้และไม่เคยพูดชื่อเขาเลย อย่างแน่นอน โปรตุเกส
ช่วยให้คุณสร้างโลโก้ของตัวเองและบทกวี.....There is a knocking on the door.
"Entrée"
As the door open
"VINCENT"
He dropped his tube of paint he held in his hand, snatched his cane.
"When did you arrive? How long are you staying? Come and sit on the couch and let me look at you !
How do you feel?
     While he spoke his eyes flashed their messages to his brain. Yes it was Vincent...
"Yes I was supposed I did" Vincent starred at his knotty hands".
"It almost killed me though, but perhaps it was worth it"
"even in the asylum, can you imagine Henri?"
"Stop talking about it, you all right now."
"But I want to talk about it."
Vincent persists gently " Perhaps if I do. I'll stop thinking about it. It wasn't the seclusion that hard on me.
It was the proximity of most men. Some of them awoke at night. We do need physical distancing.  " Perhaps if I do. I'll stop thinking about it. It wasn't the seclusion that hard on me.
It was the proximity of most men. We do need physical distancing.. Some of them awoke at night and you could hear them cried aloud guards had dragged them away. At the time I felt I was going crazy. Something inside him seemed to have unlocked the floodgates of his speech. In a torrent of words, he told Henri about his life in Arles. the hours spent in the fields under the boiling sun, painting with a frenzy that grew into a sort of madness. And the staggering walk back to town at sunset over a dusty country road. His easel strapped on his shoulder and yield to his back, the canvas in his hand still wet.
Bouquet - Lily of the valley

Then Gauguin's arrival, the happiness on first met of friendship...There is a knocking on the door.
"Entrée"
As the door open
"VINCENT"
He dropped his tube of paint he held in his hand, snatched his cane.
"When did you arrive? How long are you staying? Come and sit on the couch and let me look at you !
How do you feel?
     While he spoke his eyes flashed their messages to his brain. Yes it was Vincent...
"Yes I was supposed I did" Vincent starred at his knotty hands".
"It almost killed me though, but perhaps it was worth it"
"even in the asylum, can you imagine Henri?"
"Stop talking about it, you all right now."
"But I want to talk about it."
Vincent persists gently " Perhaps if I do. I'll stop thinking about it. It wasn't the seclusion that hard on me.
It was the proximity of most men. Some of them awoke at night. We do need physical distancing.  " Perhaps if I do. I'll stop thinking about it. It wasn't the seclusion that hard on me.
It was the proximity of most men. We do need physical distancing.. Some of them awoke at night and you could hear them cried aloud guards had dragged them away. At the time I felt I was going crazy. Something inside him seemed to have unlocked the floodgates of his speech. In a torrent of words, he told Henri about his life in Arles. the hours spent in the fields under the boiling sun, painting with a frenzy that grew into a sort of madness. And the staggering walk back to town at sunset over a dusty country road. His easel strapped on his shoulder and yield to his back, the canvas in his hand still wet.
Bouquet - Lily of the valley Lily of the ball...Then Gauguin's arrival, the happiness on first met of friendship, their trip together to Avignon, then back in Arles the first quarrels, the arrangement degenerating into brawls, the reconciliations in absinthe at the Cafe de la Gare, the evening at the brothel flung to Gauguin's face, the scuffle, the murder rages

Something inside him seemed to unlocked the floodgates of speech. In a torrent of words. He told Henri about his life in Arles: the hours spend in the fields under the boiling sun. painting with a frenzy that grew into the sort of madness

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

,,,,,,,,,,,,,Christmas Eve is here


Yet the Christmas crisis proved instructive, too. “Among artists, we no longer know what to say to each other, we don’t know if we ought to laugh or cry about it



No entanto, a crise de Natal provou instrutivo, também. "Entre os artistas, já não sei o que dizer um ao outro, não sabemos se devemos rir ou chorar sobre isso, e fazendo, a minha palavra, nem uma coisa nem outra nós somos mais felizes quando encontramos em oneselves. posse de uma pintura e, a coisa que tanto carecem às vezes ", ele escreveu para sua irmã" Mas qualquer idéia de uma vida regular, qualquer idéia de despertar em nós mesmos ou em outras ideias gentis ou sensações, tudo isso deve necessariamente aparecer pura utopia. para nós. "nas últimas cartas de Van Gogh, há um realismo moderado, como a de heróis de Shakespeare no quinto ato, quando a morte é certa e a prontidão é tudo. Em, ele se estabeleceu em leitura e ler Shakespeare. "Você já leu o Rei Lear, perguntou ela. Ele tinha. continuou: proibição de segui-lo ir.