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Marta Crisolini Malatesta
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Valerio Tiberi
Andrea Burgaretta
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Le austere e slavate pareti di una stanza del manicomio di Saint Paul. Come può vivere un grande pittore in un luogo dove non cè altro colore che il bianco? È il 1889 e lunico desiderio di Vincent è uscire da quelle mura, la sua prima speranza è riposta nellinaspettata visita del fratello Theo che ha dovuto prendere quattro treni e persino un carretto per andarlo a trovare...
Attraverso limprevedibile metafora del temporaneo isolamento di
Vincent Van Gogh
in manicomio, interpretato da
Alessandro Preziosi
, lo spettacolo di
in coproduzione con il
Teatro Stabile dAbruzzo
, che si avvale della messa in scena di
Alessandro Maggi
è una sorta di thriller psicologico attorno al tema della creatività artistica che lascia lo spettatore con il fiato sospeso dallinizio alla fine.
Il testo vincitore del Premio Tondelli a Riccione Teatro 2005 per la " scrittura limpida, tesa, di rara immediatezza drammatica, capace di restituire il tormento dei personaggi con feroce immediatezza espressiva" firmato da
Stefano Massini
con la sua drammaturgia asciutta ma ricca di spunti poetici, offre considerevoli opportunità di riflessione sul rapporto tra le arti e sul ruolo dellartista nella società contemporanea.
Sospensione, labilità, confine. La scrittura di
, limpida, squisitamente intrinseca e tagliente, nella sua galoppante tensione narrativa, offre evidentemente la possibilità di una vera e propria indagine in quei luoghi, accidentati e mobili, soggetti interni di difficile identificazione, collocati nel complesso meccanismo della mente umana. Il serrato dialogo tra Van Gogh e suo fratello Theo, propone non soltanto un oggettivo grandangolo sulla vicenda umana dellartista, ma piuttosto ne rivela uno stadio sommerso.
Lo spettacolo è aperto contrappunto allincalzante partita dialogica. Sottinteso. Latente.
Van Gogh
, assoggettato e fortuitamente piegato dalla sua stessa dinamica cerebrale si lascia vivere già presente al suo disturbo. È nella stanza di un manicomio che ci appare. Nella devastante neutralità di un vuoto. E dunque, è nel dato di fatto che si rivela e si indaga la sua disperazione. Il suo ragionato tentativo di sfuggire allimmutabilità del tempo, allassenza di colore alla quale è costretto, a quello strepito perenne di cui è vittima cosciente, allinterno come allesterno del granitico "castello bianco" e soprattutto al costante dubbio sullesatta collocazione e consistenza della realtà. La tangente che segue la messinscena resta dunque sospesa tra il senso del reale e il suo esatto opposto. In una spaccatura in cui domina la sola logica della sinestesia, nella quale ogni senso è plausibilmente contenitore di sensi altri, modulandone infinite variabili,
Van Gogh
è significante e significato di sé stesso. Lo scarto emotivo che subisce e da cui è irrimediabilmente dipendente, rappresenta causa ed effetto della sua stessa creazione artistica, non più dissociata dalla singolarità della sua esistenza e lo obbliga a percorrere un sentiero isolato in cui il solo punto fermo resta la plausibilità di una infinita serie di universi possibili nei quali ogni tangibilità può rappresentare il contrario di ciò che è.
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Valerio Tiberi
Andrea Burgaretta
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Palazzo Reale
, cortile d'onore;
, p.zza Plebiscito
Reciterò in una scatola bianca, la cella del manicomio di Saint Rémy, che ospitò lartista olandese. Ma, nonostante il candore, sarà inondata di colori, grazie alle parole del protagonista e alla sua capacità di stimolare la visionarietà del pubblico. E la nostra scommessa sarà nel restituirne il senso, attraverso i passaggi creativi di una mente capace di vedere e sentire ciò che gli altri non potevano né vedere né sentire. Sintomi della sua instabilità ma anche della sua forza dartista
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La compagnia di produzione teatrale
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Hello Alessandro,
Ecco la prossima lettera che Vincent van Gogh scrisse alla sorella Willemien van Gogh Data: Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, domenica 16 giugno 1889. Parla dei suoi dipinti, olive grove, wheat field, wheat field after the storm, chimico francese e batteriologo Louis Pasteur, racconta uno scherzo e menziona anche amore.
My dear sister,
If I didnt write to you quickly this Sunday morning while the canvases Ive begun are drying a little in the sun, I would wait even longer to answer your kind letter.
I hope that youre well, and Mother too, I think of you two very often, I was scarcely able to foresee, when I went from Nuenen to Antwerp, that the course of events would keep me away for so long and at such a distance. Thats perhaps why my thoughts often still stray involuntarily to those parts, and it seems to me then that Im continuing the same work left unfinished there, when so many things in nature remain parallel. Although I feel with an obstinate ingratitude that my health is returning little by little, the fact is that I am well; but as I tell you, the desire to begin again, the joy of living, is hardly great.
Ive just finished a landscape of an olive grove with grey foliage more or less like that of the willows, their cast shadows violet on the sun-drenched sand. Then yet another that depicts a field of yellowing wheat surrounded by brambles and green bushes. At the end of the field a little pink house with a tall and dark cypress tree that stands out against the distant purplish and bluish hills, and against a forget-me-not blue sky streaked with pink whose pure tones contrast with the already heavy, scorched ears, whose tones are as warm as the crust of a loaf of bread. I have yet another in which a field of wheat on the slope of the hills is completely ravaged and knocked to the ground by a downpour, and which is drenched by the torrential shower.
It seems to me that the people here work a lot less than the peasants in our country, one scarcely sees any cattle, and the countryside almost always has more of a deserted look than it does at home. This seems most deplorable to me, all the more so since nature isnt ungenerous and the air is so pure and so healthy. So one would wish to see a more energetic race of people here. The cases arent perhaps rare here where doing nothing becomes doing bad. In the north, arent there heaps of honest workmen without enough bread because there one works so much that work is no longer valued? I dont say that this is always the case, but anyway theres something of that kind however.
Ah well, the farms here could produce three times what they do if they were well-kept, and the whole land if it was manured. By producing three times as much, the land here could thus feed a lot more people. Now I think you asked me if, still supposing that love is a bacillus (which I myself am not in a position to state or prove, please dont lose sight of that), I think that you asked me if there are people who would have the said bacillus and others who wouldnt have it, or if on the contrary it was a fatal and universal illness.
On that point, too, Im rather unqualified to form a clearly well-founded opinion. But I consider it probable that if a person, yourself say, is convinced she didnt have it, it would perhaps be wise for such a person to have herself inoculated with the said bacillus according to the Pasteur or some other method. Joking apart, I believe that a man or woman inevitably has to be in love with something, and that the only precaution one can take would be to fall in love in such and such a way and not in another one, according to ones ideas.
And to know what one wants in such matters alas we know ourselves so little.
Besides, Id almost think that women take the offensive in these matters; that the wise ones among them, or rather those who have the most correct and sure instinct, dont wait to be loved in order to love themselves which and Im inclined to believe for good reasons would appear to be the essential thing to them.
Anyway, it could very well be that by being inoculated with the attenuated bacillus, of the well-chosen virus and in the correct dose, one would be better protected from contagion. If one doesnt yet have the illness one doesnt prevent oneself perhaps getting it, while when one has it one can no longer catch it.
Im quite curious to have some news of Theo, who appears pretty absorbed in his honeymoon, which is very good. He sent me some colours and canvas last week, but it will soon be a month since I had news of him by letter. Its a great consolation for me to know that he no longer lives alone. His wife wrote me a very nice letter a while ago, which proved to me that shes really serious. Shell certainly still need this, and for a long time to come, for Theos life is quite complicated because of his duty towards Boussod & Co. And as for her, shell learn more to live with him than without him, without being obliged to change too much and forget what she already knows of Dutch things.
Im going off to work a little more, so as I finish I wish you and Mother all good fortune and health. I kiss you affectionately in thought.
Ever yours,
Until next time, I bid you adieu. me.
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
―William Shakespeare
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Ciao Alessandro,
As the saga continues, in this next letter that Vincent wrote to Willemien van Gogh, Date: Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, Tuesday, July 2, 1889, Vincent discusses such topics as: Catharina du Quesne van Bruchem-Van Willis, a cancer patient nursed by Elisabeth and Willemien, who died in Soesterberg on May 17, 1889, the books, "Le sens de la vie", "Un philosophe sous les toits" and "Monsieur, madame et bébé", 12 drawings, a boarding school he attended in the North-Brabant town of Zevenbergen from 1864 to 1866, Dutch cooking and one of your favorites Preziosi! Shakespeare!
"The Kings series" Richard II, Henry IV, Henry V, Henry VI and King Lear.
My dear sister,
In recent days I already began another letter in reply to yours, but I became aware that I didnt have sufficient mastery of my mind to write. I thank you and Lies for the Rod book which Ive finished and which Ill return to you soon. The terrible title, Le sens de la vie, terrified me a little, but as its happily scarcely spoken of in this volume, I was quite content to read something which has a family resemblance to Souvestres Le philosophe sous les toits or with Monsieur, madame et bébé by Droz. The moral of it is that in some cases a gentleman ends up preferring to live with a nice, devoted wife and his child, to the life of the restaurant, boulevard and café which he had previously led without too much excess. Thats undoubtedly very pleasant.
It is indeed remarkable that good Mrs du Quesnes illness came to an unexpected end after all. It must have been a day of great deliverance for her all the same.
If you say in your letter that when you see so many others in life who come and go, seeking their own path, appearing to you perhaps to be making more headway than you, what can I tell you, that I too sometimes have a feeling of stupefaction in the face of my own life, and as regards several other lives of workers in my profession besides. Ive just sent Theo a dozen drawings after canvases which I have on the go, while all the rest of my life is absolutely as inept as it was at the time when, at the age of I was at a boarding school where I learned absolutely nothing.
An enormous number of painters who certainly couldnt do my canvases either in 2 months or in are regarded as artists and as intelligent people in town or in the countryside. But believe me, I say this in order to be explanatory and not because I would see any urgency or possibility or desire to change things. We scarcely know life, were so unaware of its hidden aspects, anyway were living in an age when everything appears to be in its dotage and tottering, and it isnt unfortunate to find a duty which forces us to stay calmly in our corner, occupied with a little simpler toil, with certain duties that retain some raison dêtre. these days in which we live we risk coming back from a battle ashamed of having done battle.
So my friend who was with me in Arles (van Gogh is referring to, Paul Gauguin.) and a few others have thus organized an exhibition in which, in good health, I would have taken part. And what have they been able to do almost nothing and yet in their canvases there was something brand new, good, something to give me pleasure and make me enthusiastic for example, me, I can assure you of that. Among artists, we no longer know what to say to each other, we dont know if we ought to laugh or cry about it, and doing, my word, neither one thing or the other, we are happiest when we find ourselves in possession of a little paint and canvas, the thing we also lack sometimes and which at least we can work on. But any idea of a regular life, any idea of awakening in ourselves or in others gentle ideas or sensations, all of this must necessarily appear pure utopia to us.
So although yesterday more than half a million francs were paid for Millets Angelus, dont go believing that more souls will feel what was in Millets soul. Or that middle-class people or workers will begin to put in their houses the lithograph of that Millet Angelus, for example. Dont go believing that the painters who are still working in Brittany among the peasants will have more encouragement for that matter, less of the same black famine that always surrounded Millet, above all more courage.
Alas, we often lack breath and faith, wrongly certainly but and here we come back to the point if, however, we want to work we must submit both to the stubborn harshness of the time and to our isolation, which is sometimes as hard to bear as exile. Now before us, after our years which have thus been lost, relatively speaking, poverty, illness, old age, madness and always exile. It is indeed the moment to say blessed be Thebe, daughter of Telhui, priestess of Osiris, who never complained about anyone.
Cherishing the memory of good people, wouldnt that be worth more than being among the ambitious ones on the whole? Im quite absorbed in reading the Shakespeare that Theo sent me here, where at last Ill have the calm necessary to do a little more difficult reading. Ive first taken the kings series, of which Ive already read Richard II, Henry IV, Henry V and a part of Henry VI as these dramas were the most unfamiliar to me. Have you ever read King Lear? But anyway, I think I shant urge you too much to read such dramatic books when I myself, returning from this reading, am always obliged to go and gaze at a blade of grass, a pine-tree branch, an ear of wheat, to calm myself.
So if you want to do as artists do, gaze upon the white and red poppies with the bluish leaves, with those buds raising themselves up on stems with gracious curves. The hours of trouble and battle will assuredly come and find us without our going to look for them. The separation from Cor will be hard. And its going to happen really soon. What else can one do, thinking of all the things whose reason one doesnt understand, but gaze upon the wheatfields. Their story is ours, for we who live on bread, are we not ourselves wheat to a considerable extent, at least ought we not to submit to growing, powerless to move, like a plant, relative to what our imagination sometimes desires, and to be reaped when we are ripe, as it is?
I tell you, as for myself I think it would be wisest not to wish to get better, not to wish to regain more strength than now, and Ill probably grow accustomed to it, to being cracked. A little sooner, a little later, what can that matter to me?
What you write about Theos health I know completely, nevertheless it is my hope that married life will completely restore him. I believe his wife to be wise and loving enough to take lots of care of him and to see that he doesnt just eat restaurant food, but that he gets back to Dutch cooking. Dutch cooking is good, and so let her turn herself into something of a cook, let her take on a reassuring outer appearance, even if its a little rough. Theo himself is obliged to be a Parisian, but with that he absolutely needs what reminds him of his youth and his past. I, who have neither wife nor child, I need to see the wheatfields, and it would be difficult for me to exist in a town for long. So, knowing his character, Im optimistic that his marriage will do him an enormous amount of good. Before we can form an idea of his health we must allow them a little time to take root within each other.
And afterwards, I dare also hope, shell have found lots of ways to make his life a little more pleasant than was the case before. For he has seen hard times. Anyway I must close this letter if I want it to go off today, and I dont even have time to re-read it. So, if Ive said too many silly things you will kindly excuse me. Look after yourself, dont get too bored, and by cultivating your garden as you do, and the rest that you do, be well assured that youre getting through a lot of work. I kiss you affectionately in thought.
Ever yours,
I'll talk to ya later, Namaste, me.
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
―William Shakespeare
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In this letter, Alessandro, that Vincent van Gogh sent to his brother Theo, Date: Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, on or about Thursday, May 23, 1889. He discusses, more of his paintings, Gauguin, his rooms at St-Rémy, the other patients, the food they were fed, other people in his profession who went mad such as: Constant Troyon who began to notice the onset of paralysis at the end of 1863, and in April 1864 his intellectual faculties began to decline. After a spell in the madhouse in Vanves, his mother took him into her home, where he died in 1865, utterly insane.
Charles Marchal, whose progressive blindness caused him to suffer from depression, ended his life with a rifle-shot in 1877. And, Gustave Adolphe Jundt who died in 1884: having suffered for a long time from gout, which prevented him from working, he had thrown himself from his studio window in a fit of madness. Van Gogh also speaks of being diagnosed with epilepsy, hearing and seeing things and tells a few more jokes, among other things.
My dear Theo,
Your letter which Ive just received gives me great pleasure. You tell me that J.H. Weissenbruch has two paintings in the exhibition but I thought he was dead am I mistaken? ( Yes. Van Gogh was in fact mistaken: Weissenbruch did not die until 1903.) He certainly is one hell of an artist and a good man, with a big heart too.
What you say about the Berceuse gives me pleasure; its very true that the common people, who buy themselves chromos and listen with sentimentality to barrel organs, are vaguely in the right and perhaps more sincere than certain men-about-town who go to the Salon.
Gauguin, if hell accept it, you shall give him a version of the Berceuse that wasnt mounted on a stretching frame, and to Bernard too, as a token of friendship.
(Yes. Gauguin did in fact receive a painting of the Berceuse, as revealed by his letter of March 29, 1894 to Jo van Gogh-Bonger and Bernard also had a Berceuse in his possession from a letter he wrote to his mother from Cairo in September 1894, in which he reported that the Berceuse he had left with Tanguy had been sold for 600 francs.)
See But if Gauguin wants sunflowers its only absolutely fair that he gives you something that you like as much in exchange. Gauguin himself above all liked the sunflowers later, when he had seen them for a long time. You must know, too, that if you put them in this order: that is, the Berceuse in the middle and the two canvases of the sunflowers to the right and the left, this forms a sort of triptych. And then the yellow and orange tones of the head take on more brilliance through the proximity of the yellow shutters.
And then you will understand that what I was writing to you about it, that my idea had been to make a decoration like one for the far end of a cabin on a ship, for example. Then as the size gets bigger, the summary execution gets its raison dêtre. The middle frame is then the red one. And the two sunflowers that go with it are those surrounded by strips of wood. You see that this framing of simple laths does quite well, and a frame like that costs only very little. It would be perhaps good to frame the green and red vineyards, the sower and the furrows and the interior of the bedroom with them too.
Heres a new no. 30 canvas, commonplace again, like one of those chromos from a penny bazaar that depict eternal nests of greenery for lovers. Thick tree-trunks covered with ivy, the ground also covered with ivy and periwinkle, a stone bench and a bush of roses, blanched in the cold shadow. In the foreground a few plants with white calyxes. Its green, violet and pink.
Its just a question which is unfortunately lacking in chromos from a penny bazaar and barrel organs of putting in some style. Since Ive been here, the neglected garden planted with tall pines under which grows tall and badly tended grass intermingled with various weeds, has provided me with enough work, and I havent yet gone outside. (Van Gogh means that he has not yet been outside the grounds of the asylum.)
However, the landscape of St-Rémy is very beautiful, and little by little Im probably going to make trips into it. But staying here as I am, the doctor( Théophile Peyron) has naturally been in a better position to see what was wrong, and will, I dare hope, be more reassured that he can let me paint. I assure you that Im very well here, and that for the time being I see no reason at all to come and board in Paris or its surroundings.
I have a little room with grey-green paper with two water-green curtains with designs of very pale roses enlivened with thin lines of blood-red. These curtains, probably the leftovers of a ruined, deceased rich man, are very pretty in design. Probably from the same source comes a very worn armchair covered with a tapestry flecked in the manner of a Diaz or a Monticelli, red-brown, pink, creamy white, black, forget-me-not blue and bottle green. Through the iron-barred window I can make out a square of wheat in an enclosure, a perspective in the manner of Van Goyen, above which in the morning I see the sun rise in its glory.
With this as there are more than 30 empty rooms I have another room in which to work. The food is so-so. It smells naturally a little musty, as in a cockroach-ridden restaurant in Paris or a boarding school. As these unfortunates do absolutely nothing (not a book, nothing to distract them but a game of boules and a game of draughts) they have no other daily distraction than to stuff themselves with chickpeas, haricot beans, lentils and other groceries and colonial foodstuffs by the regulated quantities and at fixed times. As the digestion of these commodities presents certain difficulties, they thus fill their days in a manner as inoffensive as its cheap. But joking apart, the fear of madness passes from me considerably upon seeing from close at hand those who are affected with it, as I may very easily be in the future.
Before I had some repulsion for these beings, and it was something distressing for me to have to reflect that so many people of our profession, Troyon, Marchal, Meryon, Jundt, M. Maris, Monticelli, a host of others, had ended up like that. I wasnt even able to picture them in the least in that state. Well, now I think of all this without fear, i.e. I find it no more atrocious than if these people had snuffed it of something else, of consumption or syphilis, for example.
These artists, I see them take on their serene bearing again, and do you think its a small thing to rediscover ancient members of the profession. Joking apart, thats what Im profoundly grateful for. For although there are some who howl or usually rave, here there is much true friendship that they have for each other. They say, one must suffer others for the others to suffer us, and other very true reasonings that they thus put into practice. And between ourselves we understand each other very well, I can, for example, chat sometimes with one who doesnt reply except in incoherent sounds, because he isnt afraid of me.
If someone has some crisis the others look after him, and intervene so that he doesnt harm himself. The same for those who have the mania of often getting angry. Old regulars of the menagerie run up and separate the fighters, if there is a fight.
Its true that there are some who are in a more serious condition, whether they be filthy, or dangerous. (At the time of Van Goghs stay in the asylum, there were ten other patients in the gentlemens quarters several of whom were very aggressive.) These are in another courtyard. Now I take a bath twice a week, and stay in it for 2 hours, then my stomach is infinitely better than a year ago, so I only have to continue, as far as I know. I think Ill spend less here than elsewhere, since here I still have work on my plate, for nature is beautiful.
My hope would be that at the end of a year Ill know better than now what I can do and what I want. Then, little by little, an idea will come to me for beginning again. Coming back to Paris or anywhere at the moment doesnt appeal to me at all, I feel that Im in the right place here. In my opinion, what most of those who have been here for years are suffering from is an extreme sluggishness. Now, my work will preserve me from that to a certain extent. The room where we stay on rainy days is like a 3rd-class waiting room in some stagnant village, all the more so since there are honourable madmen who always wear a hat, spectacles and travelling clothes and carry a cane, almost like at the seaside, and who represent the passengers there. (This room was on the ground floor, to the left of the entrance hall)
Im obliged to ask you for some more colours, and especially some canvas. When I send you the 4 canvases of the garden (These four paintings of the garden later in the letter Van Gogh says that they are no. 30 canvases are Irises, Lilacs, Trees with ivy in the garden of the asylum and The garden of the asylum) I have on the go youll see that, considering that life happens above all in the garden, it isnt so sad. Yesterday I drew a very large, rather rare night moth there which is called the deaths head, its coloration astonishingly distinguished: black, grey, white, shaded, and with glints of carmine or vaguely tending towards olive green; its very big. To paint it I would have had to kill it, and that would have been a shame since the animal was so beautiful. Ill send you the drawing of it with a few other drawings of plants.
You could take the canvases which are dry enough at Tanguys or at your place off the stretching frames and then put the new ones you consider worthy of it onto these stretching frames. Gauguin must be able to give you the address of a liner for the Bedroom who wont be expensive. This I imagine must be a 5-franc restoration, if its more then dont have it done, I dont think that Gauguin paid more when he quite often had canvases of his own, Cézanne or Pissarro lined.
Speaking of my condition, Im still so grateful for yet another thing. I observe in others that, like me, they too have heard sounds and strange voices during their crises, that things also appeared to change before their eyes. And that softens the horror that I retained at first of the crisis I had,(Van Gogh is referring to the first attack of his illness) and which when it comes to you unexpectedly, cannot but frighten you beyond measure. Once one knows that its part of the illness one takes it like other things. Had I not seen other mad people at close hand I wouldnt have been able to rid myself of thinking about it all the time. For the sufferings of anguish arent funny when youre caught in a crisis.
Most epileptics bite their tongues and injure them. Rey told me that he had known a case where someone had injured his ear as I did, and I believe Ive heard a doctor here who came to see me with the director say that he too had seen it before. I dare to believe that once one knows what it is, once one is aware of ones state and of possibly being subject to crises, that then one can do something about it oneself so as not to be caught so much unawares by the anguish or the terror. Now, this has been diminishing for 5 months, I have good hope of getting over it, or at least of not having crises of such force. Theres one person here who has been shouting and always talking, like me, for a fortnight, he thinks he hears voices and words in the echo of the corridors, probably because the auditory nerve is sick and too sensitive, and with me it was both the sight and the hearing at the same time which, according to what Rey said one day, is usual at the beginning of epilepsy.
Now the shock had been such that it disgusted me even to move, and nothing would have been so agreeable to me as never to wake up again. At present this horror of life is already less pronounced, and the melancholy less acute. But I still have absolutely no will, hardly any desires or none, and everything that has to do with ordinary life, the desire for example to see friends again, about whom I think however, almost nil. Thats why Im not yet at the point where I ought to leave here soon, I would still have melancholy for everything. And its even only in these very last days that the repulsion for life has changed quite radically. Theres still a way to go from there to will and action. Its a shame that you yourself are still condemned to Paris, and that you never see the countryside other than that around Paris.
I think that its no more unfortunate for me to be in the company where I am than for you always the fateful things at Goupil & Cie. From that point of view were quite equal. For only in part can you act in accordance with your ideas. Since, however, we have once got used to these inconveniences, it becomes second nature. I think that although the paintings cost canvas, paint &c., at the end of the month, however, its more advantageous to spend a little more thus, and to make them with what Ive learned in total, than to abandon them while one would have to pay for board and lodging all the same anyway. And thats why Im making them. So this month I have 4 no. 30 canvases and two or three drawings.
But no matter what one does, the question of money is always there like the enemy before the troops, and one cant deny it or forget it. I retain my duties in that respect as much as anyone. And perhaps some day Ill be in a position to repay all that Ive spent, because I consider that what Ive spent is, if not taken from you at least taken from the family, so consequently Ive produced paintings and Ill do more. That is to act as you too act yourself. If I had private means, perhaps my mind would be freer to do art for arts sake, now I content myself with believing that in working assiduously even so, without thinking of it one perhaps makes some progress.
Here are the colours I would need
3 emerald green large tubes.
2 cobalt
1 ultramarine
1 orange lead
6 zinc white
5 metres canvas
Thanking you for your kind letter, I shake your hand warmly, as well as your wifes.
Ever yours,
Sì, le lettere di Van Gogh sono lunghe! Stava dicendo chiaramente la verità, quando ha detto, ha parlato molto.
Later, Namaste, me.
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
―William Shakespeare
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Attaboy Alessandro! Divertiti
Now Alessandro, In this letter, From: Vincent van Gogh To: Theo van Gogh
Date: Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, between about Friday,May 31 and about Thursday, June 6, 1889, Van Gogh speaks of: Doctor Peyron, how he feels sad for a new patient who breaks everything, shouts day and night and tears straitjackets. Paintings such as, the starry night, how he has no desire to leave the asylum and a few more books.
My dear Theo,
I still have to ask you to send me a few ordinary brushes as soon as possible, of more or less these sizes Half a dozen of each please.
I hope that youre well and your wife too, and that youll enjoy a little of the good weather. At least here we have splendid sunshine. As for me, my health is good, and as for the head it will, lets hope, be a matter of time and patience.
The director had a few words with me to say that hed received a letter from you, and that hed written to you.(Theo had written to Peyron on May 23, as emerges from his answer of May 26, 1889. Peyron informed Theo that Vincent was better and that he spent whole days drawing in the garden. He also said that he still thought that Vincents illness was connected with epilepsy.) To me he says nothing and I ask nothing of him, which is simplest. Hes a little gouty man widowed a few years ago who has very dark spectacles. As the establishment is a little moribund, the man appears to take only a rather half-hearted enjoyment in this profession, and besides theres reason enough for it.
A new person has arrived who is so agitated that he breaks everything and shouts day and night, he also tears the straitjackets and up to now he scarcely calms down, although hes in a bath all day long, he demolishes his bed and all the rest in his room, overturns his food &c. Its very sad to see but they have a lot of patience here and will eventually get there, however.(This newcomer was a 27-year-old man, suffering from acute mania, who had been admitted to the asylum on May 27. He displays frenzied agitation, he screams and breaks everything (quoted from the admissions register, in Doiteau and Leroy 1928, p. 62). That this patient lay in the bath all day long was apparently part of the hydrotherapy treatment.)
New things become old so quickly I think that if I came to Paris in the state of mind Im currently in, I wouldnt make any distinction between a so-called dark painting or a bright Impressionist painting, between a varnished painting in oils and a matt picture done with thinned paint. (Van Gogh is referring to the technique of peinture à lessence much used by Degas, Manet and Toulouse-Lautrec in which the oil paints are highly diluted with spirits (essence de térébenthine, terpentine) to obtain a matt and transparent effect.)
I mean by this that having reflected as time passed I believe more than ever in the eternal youth of the school of Delacroix, Millet, Rousseau, Dupré, Daubigny, just as much as in the current one or even in artists to come. I scarcely believe that Impressionism will ever do more than the Romantics, for example.
Its certainly a far cry between that and admiring people like Léon Glaize or Perrault.
This morning I saw the countryside from my window a long time before sunrise with nothing but the morning star, which looked very big.(This morning star was the planet Venus, which had emerged from obscurity in the morning twilight during mid-May and became more prominent and higher in the morning sky through June.) Daubigny and Rousseau did that, though, with the expression of all the intimacy and all the great peace and majesty that it has, adding to it a feeling so heartbreaking, so personal. These emotions I do not detest.
I still have remorse, and enormously when I think of my work, so little in harmony with what Id have wished to do. I hope that in the long run it will make me do better things, but we arent there yet.
I think that you would do well to wash the canvases that are quite quite dry with water and a little spirits of wine to remove the oil and the thinner from the impasto. The same for the night café and the green vineyard, and above all for the landscape that was in the walnut frame. The night (This is Starry night over the Rhône, later in the letter Van Gogh actually calls it the starry night.) also (but that one has recent retouchings which might run with the spirits of wine).
Ive been here almost a whole month, not one single time have I had the slightest desire to be elsewhere; just the will to work again is becoming a tiny bit firmer.
I dont notice any very clear desire to be elsewhere in the others either, and this may very well come from the fact that one feels too decidedly broken for life outside.
What I dont really understand is their absolute idleness. But thats the great defect of the south, and its ruin. But what a beautiful land and what beautiful blue and what a sun. And yet Ive only seen the garden and what I can make out through the window.
Have you read the new book by Guy de Maupassant, Fort comme la mort,(In Maupassants novel Fort comme la mort (1889), a painter receives a commission to paint the portrait of a noblewoman. The businesslike relations between the painter and his model grow into a mutual passion, despite the womans resolution never to surrender to his charms. Her beauty is fading and he takes an increasing interest in her daughter, who resembles her. When the daughter marries, the infatuated painter runs down the street in a frenzy and dies in a traffic accident. The novel first appeared in the Revue Illustré in instalments between February 1 and May 15, 1889, and was published in book form by Ollendorff in May 1889) what is its subject? What I read last in this category was Zolas Le rêve, I found the figure of the woman, the embroiderer, very, very beautiful, and the description of the embroidery all in gold. Precisely because its like a question of colour, different yellows, whole and broken. But the figure of the man struck me as rather lifeless, and the great cathedral also made me as melancholy as hell. Only that lilac and dark blue repoussoir makes, if you will, the blonde figure stand out. But anyway, there are already things by Lamartine like that.
I hope that youll destroy a heap of things that are too bad in the heap I sent, or at least will only show the most passable ones.
As regards the exhibition of the Independents, its all the same to me, act as if I wasnt there at all. To not be indifferent and not exhibit something too mad, perhaps the starry night and the landscape with yellow greenery which was in the walnut frame. Since these are two of contrary colours, and that might give others the idea of doing night effects better than I do.
Anyway you must absolutely stop worrying with regard to me now. When I receive the new canvas and the colours Ill go out a bit to see the countryside.
Since its just the season when there are lots of flowers and thus colour effects, it will perhaps be wise to send me another metres of canvas in addition.
For the flowers will be short-lived and will be replaced by the yellow wheatfields. The latter, above all, I would like to capture better than in Arles. The mistral (since there are a few mountains here) appears far less annoying than in Arles, where you always get it at first hand.
When you receive the canvases Ive done in the garden (in a previous letter, van Gogh said that he had painted four canvases of the garden. These were Irises, Lilacs, Trees with ivy in the garden of the asylum and The garden of the asylum)
youll see that Im not too melancholy here.
More soon, good handshake in thought to you and to Jo.
Ever yours,
Talk to ya later, Namaste, me.
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
―William Shakespeare
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In this letter, Alessandro, From: Vincent van Gogh To: Theo van Gogh and Jo van Gogh-Bonger. Date: Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, Thursday, May 9, 1889, Vincent writes two separate letters to each of them and discusses: the mad and cracked people in the "menagerie", more paintings, Paris and other artists. I've also included van Gogh's medical report. Now that's interesting!
My dear Theo,
Thanks for your letter. (On May 11, Jo wrote the following to her sister Mien about the present letter, the first from Saint-Rémy: The news from Vincent is rather good he is now no longer in Arles but in Saint-Rémy, where he will let himself be well taken care of for a couple of months he always writes so cleverly Ive seldom read such letters but his head is a bit worn out I hope so much that rest will do him good. This week Theo showed us some splendid drawings by him the things of his I saw in the beginning were mostly so strange but there are also some that are much more understandable and ever so beautiful!) Youre quite right to say that Mr Salles has been perfect in all of this, Im much obliged to him.
I wanted to tell you that I think Ive done well to come here, first, in seeing the reality of the life of the diverse mad or cracked people in this menagerie, Im losing the vague dread, the fear of the thing. And little by little I can come to consider madness as being an illness like any other. Then the change of surroundings is doing me good, I imagine. As far as I know the doctor here is inclined to consider what Ive had as an attack of an epileptic nature. But I havent made any enquiries.
(The admissions register of the asylum of Saint-Paul-de-Mausole contains the medical report sent by Dr Urpar from Arles about van Gogh. He stated that van Gogh suffered an attack of acute mania with generalised delirium. At that time he cut off his ear. At present his condition has greatly improved, but he nevertheless thinks it helpful to be cared for in a mental asylum. The asylums physician, Dr Peyron, examined van Gogh and recorded his findings on May 9 and 25, 1889. On May 9, 1889 he wrote in the admissions register: I consider that Mr van Gogh is subject to attacks of epilepsy, separated by long intervals, and that it is advisable to place him under long-term observation in the institution.)
Have you by chance yet received the crate of paintings, Im curious to know if theyve suffered more, yes or no. have two others on the go violet irises and a lilac bush. Two subjects taken from the garden. The idea of my duty to work comes back to me a lot, and I believe that all my faculties for work will come back to me quite quickly. Its just that work often absorbs me so much that I think Ill always be absent-minded and awkward in getting by for the rest of life too.
I wont write you a long letter Ill try to answer the letter from my new sister, which greatly touched me, but I dont know if Ill manage to do it.
Handshake, and ever yours,
My dear sister,
Thanks very much for your letter, in which I above all looked for news of my brother. And I find it very good. I can see that you have already observed that he loves Paris and that this surprises you a little, you who dont like it, or rather who above all like the flowers there, such as, I suppose, for example, the wisterias which are probably beginning to flower. Could it not be the case that in liking a thing one sees it better and more accurately than in not liking it.
For him and for me Paris is certainly already a cemetery in a way, where many artists have perished, whom we knew directly or indirectly. Certainly Millet, whom youll learn to like a lot, and with him many others, have tried to get out of Paris. But Eugène Delacroix, for example, its difficult to portray him as a man other than as a Parisian. All this to urge you with all caution, admittedly to believe in the possibility that there are homes in Paris, and not just apartments.
Anyway fortunately you are now his home yourself. Its quite odd perhaps that the result of this terrible attack is that in my mind theres hardly any really clear desire or hope left, and Im wondering if it is thus that one thinks when, with the passions somewhat extinguished, one comes down the mountain instead of climbing it. Anyway my sister, if you can believe, or almost, that everything is always for the best in the best of worlds then youll also be able to believe, perhaps, that Paris is the best of the towns in it.
Have you noticed yet that the old cab-horses there have big, beautiful heartbroken eyes, like Christians sometimes. Whatever the case, were not savages nor peasants, and we perhaps even have a duty to love civilization (so-called). Anyway, it would probably be hypocritical to say or believe that Paris is bad when one lives there. The first time one sees Paris it may be, besides, that everything there seems against nature, dirty and sad. Anyway, if you dont like Paris, above all do not like painting nor those who directly or indirectly are engaged in it, for its only too doubtful whether thats beautiful or useful.
But what can you do, there are people who love nature while being cracked or ill, those are the painters, then there are some who love what is done by the hand of man, and those even go as far as liking paintings. Although there are a few people here who are seriously ill, the fear, the horror that I had of madness before has already been greatly softened.
And although one continually hears shouts and terrible howls as though of the animals in a menagerie, despite this the people here know each other very well, and help each other when they suffer crises.(On May 25, 1889 Jo wrote to her sister Mien: If only I could always make Theo happy then all is well. But Vincent keeps coming [back], Vincent who doesnt share in happiness and contentment because its better to wear out than to rust out work, struggle, and hes so instilled that in Theo. His letters from Saint-Rémy are sad, yet he feels rather content, paints a lot but what he says about all those lunatics around him about accepting his fate gives me pain. What will ever become of it?)
They all come to see when Im working in the garden, and I can assure you are more discreet and more polite to leave me in peace than, for example, the good citizens of Arles. Its possible that Ill stay here for quite a long time, never have I been so tranquil as here and at the hospital in Arles to be able to paint a little at last. Very near here there are some little grey or blue mountains,(Saint-Rémy lies at the foot of the Alpilles, a small massif.) with very, very green wheatfields at their foot, and pines.
I shall count myself very happy if I manage to work enough to earn my living, for it makes me very worried when I tell myself that Ive done so many paintings and drawings without ever selling any. Dont be in too much of a hurry to consider this an injustice, I dont know anything at all about it.
Thanking you again for writing to me, and being very happy to know that now my brother doesnt return to an empty apartment when he comes home in the evening, I shake your hand in thought, and believe me
your brother
Talk to ya later, Namaste, me.
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
―William Shakespeare
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Per poterlo raccontare
intervista di NICOLA MANUPPELLI, febbraio 2017
Ho un episodio su
Alessandro Preziosi
. Anni fa, quando non era ancora famoso per
Elisa di Rivombrosa
e i film coi Taviani e Faenza, lavoravo come cameriere nel bar di fronte al teatro Litta, dove era il 1997
recitava nel
di Rostand. Ogni tanto gli attori venivano a pranzare al bar, durante le pause delle prove. Il proprietario del locale si chiamava Mario, e visto il successo che lo spettacolo stava avendo, e soprattutto
, voleva convincermi a parlare con questultimo perché girasse uno spot per il bar. «È una buona idea», insisteva. «Non credo», dicevo io. Quando cercavo di fargli capire che la cosa magari era un po più complessa, Mario mi diceva: «Non capisci nulla, quel ragazzo farà successo». A distanza di ventanni, quando telefono ad
per la nostra intervista, non posso fare a meno di raccontare anche a lui la storiella. Scoppia a ridere e mi racconta che ha fatto anche lui il cameriere. «
Quando frequentavo la Filodrammatici. Prima allATM poi in Foro Bonaparte. Dovevo mantenermi. Come cameriere ero un disastro. Mi cacciarono. Bevevo più dei clienti
È una di quelle giornate di febbraio in cui senti il bel tempo che arriva. Latmosfera è rilassata. Ieri, quando lho chiamato per prendere contatto,
era a teatro in attesa di entrare in scena. Oggi ha un po di tempo libero. È sulla sua terrazza romana e sta mangiando degli
spaghetti «direttamente dalla pentola»
. «
Sono pigro
», mi dice, «
e cè il sole. Così mi scoccio a sporcare i piatti
». Da ex cameriere, lo capisco benissimo. Racconta che sta mangiando da solo e che è «
circondato da tutti gli oggetti di una vita, raccolti da tutte le mie case romane
». Mi descrive gli oggetti. Libri, tazze, bicchieri. Riesco già a immaginarmi la casa. Anche dal telefono si sente il gusto di chi ha voglia di raccontare. Ho davanti il mio blocco di appunti. Volevo chiedergli di Dustin Hoffman, con cui ha recitato di recente nella serie tv
I Medici
, ma mi fermo. Forse non sarà unintervista normale. Forse sarà, come dice, una chiacchierata, come se virtualmente fossimo entrambi su quella terrazza romana.
Mi racconta che, dopo la laurea in giurisprudenza, ha fatto della recitazione un modo per «
recuperare le distrazioni scolastiche durante ladolescenza
». Ha avuto un figlio quandera molto giovane, un altro diversi anni dopo. Dopo la laurea si è trasferito a Milano per frequentare lAccademia dei Filodrammatici. A salvarlo dalla vita di cameriere è stato uno spot per la Nescafé. Il primo vero e proprio ingaggio. «
Scoprii che potevo guadagnare molto di più in un giorno che in settimane intere a servire ai tavoli
». Non disdegna il suo passato. «
Sono lavori che credo si facciano per avere qualcosa da raccontare. Come lattore
». La parola che ricorre è esperienza. «
Non direi che la mia è una carriera, ma una biografia. Un modo in cui mi sono costruito. Esperienze che ho dovuto fare per scavare dentro di me
». Leggeva e legge un sacco, anche se oggi è spesso costretto a farlo per lavoro. Fra i tanti amori letterari cita Orazio, Ovidio, Pessoa, Rilke, il Seicento. La sua carriera ha un vero e proprio filo conduttore con la letteratura:
I Viceré
con Faenza, la serie tv tratta dai libri di Lucarelli, Shakespeare a teatro, i reading. «
Sto cercando sempre più di ritagliarmi del tempo per tornare al piacere della lettura in sé
Parla del teatro, con gli anni ha cambiato ruoli, da attore giovane a protagonista, a direttore e regista. «
da ragazzo ho fatto la parte di Cristiano. Nei ruoli secondari ti capita di osservare molto e così, anni dopo, ti viene il desiderio di poter fare anche altre parti o dirigere quelle stesse opere. Ogni volta, è come se fosse diverso. Un testo non è mai uguale. Non può essere mai interpretato nella stessa maniera
». Non cè stato solo il teatro, anche se il teatro è stato il primo amore. «
La spinta è scoprire che posso fare percepire allaltro ciò di cui sono filtro. Non cè separazione fra teatro, cinema, reading, tv, ma solo diversi modi di fare la stessa cosa. La cosa che fai è far respirare il personaggio
». Gli chiedo che cosa sia per lui la recitazione. Mi risponde, senza pensarci, che è «
il lavoro più bello del mondo
Immedesimarsi è
tradire a tutti gli effetti
». «
Adesso sono Mercuzio in
Romeo e Giulietta
. Le sue parole funamboliche sono le mie. Le faccio mie. È una fusione fra lintenzione dellautore e ciò che sono
». Quando legge un testo, diventa lo scrittore di quel testo: «
Crescendo, si crea un rapporto fantastico fra le tue caratteristiche e ciò che leggi. Io e il mio pubblico leggiamo insieme
». Quando gli domando se esista il desiderio di diventare egli stesso un autore,
gigioneggia un po. Prima cita Rilke. «
Per scrivere la parola di un verso, bisogna aver vissuto tante vite
», poi mi dice che le regie a teatro sono già una forma di scrittura. Infine si lascia andare. «
Nel recitare cè anche un fondo di pigrizia
Il tempo si sta esaurendo. Gli chiedo della musica.
di recente ha recitato nel melologo
La corda
, esaudendo un altro desiderio, quello di interagire con la musica jazz. Tempo fa ha scritto anche delle
musiche per un film di Pupi Avati
. «
Nate come per gioco
», mi dice. «
Da piccolo, sognavo di fare il cantante. Il jazz mi piace perché sono un amante del possibilismo musicale. Adoro la magia che si crea con un assolo. Mi piace una frase del jazzista Di Battista: sto suonando e non me ne rendo conto
». Ancora su differenze fra cinema e teatro: «
Al cinema hai tempo. Col teatro è diverso. Non mi piace teorizzare troppo
». Sui registi che ama: «
Su tutti, Paul Thomas Anderson, Sorrentino, Garrone, Iñárritu. Mi piacciono quei registi che sanno inserire gli attori in uno spartito. Spesso, invece, nei film italiani, è lattore che ti racconta la storia, ma sono molto legato alla nostra tradizione. Sono un tifoso del cinema italiano
». Nei progetti futuri cè ancora il grande schermo: «
Vorrei esordire nella regia cinematografica. È qualcosa a cui sto lavorando. Una nuova forma che vorrei provare
». Mi consiglia di vedere un titolo italiano,
Allimprovviso suonano il campanello. Si sente un cane abbaiare, poi la voce di qualcuno. La terrazza romana si sta popolando. Devo alzarmi dalla mia sedia virtuale e salutare. Fa in tempo a dirmi che sta lavorando a un progetto su
Van Gogh
e la sinestesia. Il titolo è
. Solo in quel momento, mentre trascrivo le ultime righe, mi ricordo di Dustin Hoffman. «Unultima domanda», gli dico. «
». «Comè recitare con lui?».
fa una pausa teatrale, poi mi dà la risposta che mi aspettavo: «
È lo stesso motivo per cui uno fa il cameriere. Lo fai per poterlo raccontare
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Hi Alessandro,
In questa lettera Da: Vincent van Gogh A: Theo van Gogh e Jo van Gogh-Bonger, Data: Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, sabato 6 luglio 1889. Vincent parla di: Il grande filosofo greco, Socrates e poeta,Homer. Di nuovo Shakespeare, measure for measure e Henry Vlll e la salute di Theo, tra le altre cose. (Ho incluso sia il passaggio da Henry VIII che il riferimento al dialogo, a Plato, Phaedrus, per quanto riguarda Socrates che van Gogh si riferisce a) It's quite fascinating indeed!
Dear brother and sister.
Jos letter tells me a very great piece of news this morning, I congratulate you on it, and am very pleased to hear it. I was very touched by your reasoning when you say that as neither of you are in as good health as appears desirable on an occasion like this, you had a kind of doubt, and in any case a feeling of pity for the child to come traversed your soul. This child in this case, has it, even before its birth, been less well loved than the child of very healthy parents, whose first impulse would have been a keen joy? Surely not.
We know so little about life that were not really in a position to judge between good and bad, just or unjust, and to say that one is unhappy because one suffers hasnt been proved. You should know that Roulins child came to them smiling and very healthy, while the parents were at bay. So take it as it is, wait with confidence and possess your soul with a long patience as an old saying has it, and with good will.
(This is Derived from Luke 21:19.)
Let nature take its course.
As to what you say about Theos health, my dear sister, while sharing your anxieties with all my heart I must nevertheless reassure you, precisely because Ive seen that his health is changeable and uneven rather than weak, as is mine, for that matter.
I very much like to believe that illnesses sometimes cure us, i.e. that when the illness comes to a crisis its a thing necessary to the recovery of a normal state of body. No, subsequent to the marriage hell regain his strength, still having the reserve of youth and power to restore him.
Im very pleased that hes no longer alone, and truly I dont doubt that hell regain his former temperament after a while. And then above all when hes a father and the feeling of fatherhood comes to him, that will be a considerable gain.
In my life as a painter, and above all when Im in the country, its not so difficult for me to be alone, because in the country one feels the bonds that unite us all more easily. But in town, as he has done his ten consecutive years with the Goupils in Paris, it isnt possible to live alone. So with patience it will return.
Im going to Arles tomorrow to fetch the canvases that are still over there, which Ill send you shortly. And Im going to send you some as soon as possible to try to give you peasant thoughts, even though youre in town.
This morning I talked a little with the doctor here
(Théophile Peyron.)
he told me which was absolutely what I had already thought that one must wait a year before believing oneself to be cured, since the smallest thing could bring on another attack.
Then he offered to take my furniture here so that we dont have double expenses.
(van Gogh had stored his furniture in a room he rented from Mr and Mrs Ginoux.)
Tomorrow Ill go and talk about that in Arles with Mr Salles.
When I came here I left 50 francs with Mr Salles to settle up with the hospital in Arles, hell certainly have some over. But having again quite often needed various things, the surplus that Mr Peyron had here is exhausted. Im a little surprised myself that in living with the greatest possible sobriety and regularity for the last 6 months, without having my independent studio, Im not spending less or producing more than the previous, relatively less sober year.
And inwardly I feel neither more nor less remorse &c. if you like. Suffice to say that everything one calls good and bad is however quite relative, it seems to me. I live soberly here because I have the opportunity to. I drank before because I no longer knew how to do otherwise. Anyway its all the same to me!!! Sobriety, very calculated its true, nevertheless leads to a state of being in which thought, if you have any, flows more easily. Anyway its a difference like painting grey or coloured. Im in fact going to paint more greyly.
(This is a pun on the French word gris, which can mean both grey and tipsy.)
Only instead of paying money to a landlord were giving it to the asylum, I dont see the difference and its scarcely cheaper. The work is a thing apart, and has always cost me a lot.
I thank you very much for the consignment of colours and canvas, which Im very pleased with.
(van Gogh had ordered paint)
I hope to go and redo the olive trees. There are unfortunately very few vineyards here.
My health is good, though, and I have a feeling quite similar to the one I had when I was much younger, when I was also very sober, too much so, I believe they used to say. But its all the same, Ill try to get by.
As regards being godfather to a son of yours, while first of all it could be a girl, truly, in the circumstances I would prefer to wait until Im no longer here. Then Mother would certainly set her heart a little on him being called after our father, I for one would find that more logical in the circumstances.
I enjoyed myself very much yesterday reading Measure for measure.
(Shakespeares Measure for measure (1604-1605) is a complicated tragi-comedy with several sub-plots. The Duke of Vienna temporarily relinquishes his power in order to investigate, in disguise, the deterioration of morals in particular the laxity in sexual morals in his duchy.)
Then I read Henry VIII, in which there are such beautiful passages, like the one about Buckingham, and Wolseys words after his downfall.
(van Gogh is referring to: Shakespeares Henry VIII, (1623), act 2, scene 1, is a mirror for magistrates. While Henry VIII tries to overcome the problems created by his divorce, the fallen characters comment on their own ruin. Thus Henry, Duke of Buckingham and Earl of Stafford (1454-1483), is accused of high treason and sentenced to death. On the scaffold he addresses the crowd that has quickly gathered to witness his execution:
You few that lovd me,
And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham,
His noble friends and fellows, whom to leave
Is only bitter to him, only dying;
Go with me like good angels to my end,
And as the long divorce of steel falls on me,
Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice
And lift my soul to heaven. Lead on a Gods name.
The manipulative Cardinal Wolsey (1471-1530), Archbishop of York, loses his wealth and power when his crimes are revealed. He forfeits his royal protection and is attacked from all sides. Full of remorse, Wolsey addresses his servant with great emotion (act 3, scene 2):
And when I am forgotten, as I shall be,
And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention
Of me more must be heard of, say I thaught thee;
Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,
Found thee a way (out of his wrack) to rise in ...
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition,
By that sin fell the angels; how can man then,
The image of his maker, hope to win by it?
Love thyself last, cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.)
I think Im lucky to be able to read or re-read this at my leisure, and then I very much hope to read Homer at last. Outside the cicadas are singing fit to burst, a strident cry ten times louder than that of the crickets, and the scorched grass is taking on beautiful tones of old gold. And the beautiful towns of the south are in the state of our dead towns along the Zuiderzee, which were formerly lively.
(Until the mid-eighteenth century, such Zuiderzee towns as Monnickendam, Edam, Hoorn, Enkhuizen and Medemblik were prosperous centres of trade. After this, they faced a period of economic decline.)
While in the downfall and the decline of things, the cicadas dear to good old Socrates have remained.
(This is a Reference to the dialogue in Plato, Phaedrus, 230c and 259b-e, in which Socrates recounts the myth of the cicadas, devoted to the Muses. Enjoying the peace and quiet of nature, the philosopher is pleasantly accompanied by the chirring of the insects: How lovely and perfectly charming the breeziness of the place is! and it resounds with the shrill summer music of the chorus of cicadas.)
And here, certainly, theyre still singing old Greek. friend Isaäcson heard them, his face would light up.
What Jo writes about you always eating at home, thats perfect. Anyway, I think thats going very well, and once again, while sharing with all my heart all possible worries about Theos health, within me the hope predominates that in this case a more or less sickly condition is only the result of the efforts of nature to right itself. Patience. Mauve always claimed that nature was good, and even a lot more than one usually thought. Is there anything in his past that proves that he was wrong. His fits of melancholy in his last days, do you think? I myself would be inclined to believe otherwise.
More soon, but I wanted to write to you straightaway that this mornings news gives me great pleasure. Handshakes and
Ever yours,
I'll talk to ya later, Love ya, me.
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
―William Shakespeare
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Alessandro, ecco un interessante frammento di una lettera che Vincent van Gogh scrisse a Theo van Gogh contenente una copia della poesia "St Jeromes love" di Thomas Moore. Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, circa novembre-dicembre 1889.
exaggerated in the work. That parents who are ignorant from the point of view of painting should stop loving a child whos a little different from the rest thats certainly a terrible misunderstanding but even if they understood painting, how could one reproach them for it too much in this society of money and military men? Thats why, if he did his military service, .
(Emile Bernards military service)
it wouldnt be more unfortunate for him, it would be to admit in good time that one has been vanquished by fate.
What became of Vignon?
(It is not known what Vincent is enquiring about here. Theo was in touch with Victor Vignon, one of the less successful Impressionists. The estate includes three of his works.)
Anyway, this is certain, its not a matter of putting on a proud front or having great hopes for what comes next. Lets take the terrible realities as they are, and if I have to abandon painting I think I shall. In any case, I really want to see, one more time and with better health than two years ago, if I cant find some sort of position. Ive often told myself that if, two years ago, Id had a calmer temperament like Seurat, for example, I could have resisted.
(Regarding the poem Who is the maid? St. Jeromes love by Thomas Moore)
Who is the maid my spirit seeks
Through cold reproof and slanders blight
Has she loves roses on her cheeks
Is hers an eye of calm delight?
No, wan and sunk with midnight prayer
As the worn looks of her I love
And if by chance a light be there
As fire was kindled from above
I choose not her mine hearts elect
Amongst those who seek their makers shrine
In gems and garlands proudly decked
As if themselves were things divine
And they who come in glittering dress
To mourn their frailty yet are frail
No heaven but faintly warm the breast
That beats beneath a broidered veil.
Not so the form of her I love
And... because her bloom is gone
But neer was beautys bloom so bright
So touching as that forms decay
That like the altars wavering light
In holy lustre fades away.
Infine, ti lascio con alcune delle parole più romantiche, toccanti, profondamente profonde, del tardo grande Dean Martin. Prendi nota, Preziosi!
(In Napoli where love is king
When boy meets girl here's what they say)
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That's amore
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
That's amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella
When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool
That's amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That's amore
Così toccante, anzi!
Later, Namaste, me.
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
―William Shakespeare
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A Sunday story from my colleague David Nicholson included a nugget of exciting information. Nellie McKay, a piano-playing songwriter known for witty, irreverent tunes, will play The American Theatre in Hampton Nov. 1.
Nicholson's story about the 2013-14 season for Hampton Arts showed that she'll be performing with the Turtle Island String Quartet, a group that share's McKay's thirst for bold, unpredictable moves.
What follows is an explanation of the tour from Baylin Artists Management website.
Singer, songwriter, and multi instrumentalist, Nellie McKay joins forces with the two time GRAMMY® award winning Turtle Island Quartet to present a delightfully kaleidoscopic view of the music of Billie Holiday, Billy Strayhorn, and the Weimar cabaret of the 1920s. While the combination of voice and strings has long been a staple of the classical genre as well as of contemporary music, Nellie McKay's talents on piano, mallets, and ukulele and Turtle Island's famed innovative rhythmic techniques unleash an unprecedented range of possibilities. A healthy dose of original music, for which both Ms. McKay and the Turtle Island Quartet are renowned, rounds out this sweeping concert.
The website mentions that Nellie McKay performed on Broadway in "The Three Penny Opera," and says that her show with Turtle Island may include songs from Marlene Dietrich and Doris Day. McKay released a CD tribute to Doris Day, "As Normal as Blueberry Pie" in 2009.
Here's an NPR Tiny Desk Concert featuring McKay from 2011.

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The parental controls included in iPhone 3.0 have opened up a rich and fertile frontier in Apple's App Store: Porn. An app called "Hottest Girls," which previously featured pictures of women in their skivvies, this week began featuring ones of ladies wearing quite a bit less. "We uploaded nude topless pics today," says app developer Allen Leung. "This is the first app to have nudity."
But far from the last, I'm sure.
A few weeks back, this sort of update never would have made it into the App Store, but now that the device supports age restrictions for applications, Apple (AAPL) has adopted a more permissive stance toward
"objectionable content." Browse the Hottest Girls page on the App Store and you'll find the following warning:
"You must be at least 17 years old to download this game.
Rated 17+ for the following:
Frequent/Intense Sexual Content or Nudity
Frequent/Intense Mature/Suggestive Themes"
"Frequent/Intense Sexual Content or Nudity?" Interesting. It would seem then that Hottest Girls isn't just the first app to boast nudity, it's also the first to set up shop in what may become the iPhone's red light district. It will be interesting to see to what uses the adult entertainment industry can find for the iPhone's accelerometer….
UPDATE: Apple seems to have pulled the app. It still appears in the iTunes store, but it's apparently no longer available for download.
UPDATE: The developers of Hottest Girls claim the app wasn't pulled; it sold out. "The Hottest Girls app is temporarily sold out," they explain. "The server usage is extremely high because of the popularity of this app. Thus, by not distributing the app, we can prevent our servers from crashing. Those who already have the app will still be able to use our app. To answer the question on everyone's mind: Yes, the topless images will still be there when it is sold again."
UPDATE: Apple now says it was indeed responsible for pulling the app.


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It happens at the start of every semester. Credit card representatives target students and give various incentives to get them to sign up for cards. Even though recent legislation has made this more difficult, creditors are still finding ways to target this vulnerable demographic.
How is a college student supposed to respond? By carefully weighing the risks, suggests ClearPoint Credit Counseling Solutions. Applying for a credit card costs nothing, but using one irresponsibly can cost you for years. When you charge a purchase, you are borrowing money. If you don't promptly pay down your credit card debt, your unpaid balance can balloon with hundreds of dollars in interest fees.
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- Avoid the "free t-shirt" and other enticements–Don't base your decision on a novelty gimmick or a "rewards" card feature. Determine on your own whether you really need a credit card. If you have a practical budget that is serving you well, don't mess with success.
- Do research – If you are ready to accept the responsibilities of a cardholder, find a card that meets your needs. Look for a low interest rate, no annual fee, and a low charge limit. Avoid "teaser" interest rates, which can expire in a matter of months. "Reward" cards typically carry high interest rates and benefit "big" chargers the most.
- Read the fine print – Before you sign on the dotted line, be clear about the terms of the offer, your credit limit, and any associated fees (late fees, rate on cash advances, etc.).
- Use the card responsibly – Don't use credit like cash. Small, impulsive purchases can add up to a bundle by month's end. So can charging your basic expenses. Don't get in the habit of taking cash advances; they carry a high interest rate.
- Pay on time – Always pay on time and never miss a payment. If you can't pay off the outstanding balance, make more than the minimum payment. Remember, you are building a credit history that will one day influence your ability to buy a car, finance a house, or even get a job. A bad credit record can follow you for seven years!
- Set a semester budget – Calculate how much money you will need for books, rent, food, utilities and other necessities. Now, compare that figure to the amount of money available to you. If there's a shortfall, you'll need to earn some income. If there's an excess, that's your entertainment budget. Use it wisely to last the entire semester. Do not rely on a credit card to "get you through."
- Consider calling home – Your parents may be willing to spot you a few dollars now and then. Just don't make a habit of asking. They'd probably prefer to help you out now with some spending money than bail you out of credit card debt later on.
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- Enable Multitione 3D printing
- Scale the UI 200% for high-density displays (Windows only)
- Use Touch Gestures (Windows only)
How to enable features in the Experimental Feature Manager
- Select Preferences > Experimental Features.
- Select the experimental feature that you want to enable.
- Click OK.
- Restart Photoshop.
How to learn more about the Experimental Feature Manager:
- For a short description, mouse over the checkboxes in the Experimental Features preferences panel for a short description of each of the features
- For more detailed information, visit the Help page for Experimental Features


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The latest issue of Christian Computing Magazine included the results of a reader survey on Bible software…with Logos emerging as the clear leader!
Thanks to those of you who took the survey and selected Logos Bible Software as your favorite Bible study product. It's always great to hear that we're making an impact and that people really enjoy the user experience.
You can download the PDF (622 KB) if you want to read the entire article relating the results of the survey. Here are the highlights:
"…the average person taking our survey owns 2.5 Bible study programs."
"…Logos was the clear winner when it came to the number of products purchased by our readers. 39.3% of those taking the survey reported that they owned a Bible study product from Logos."
"…most of those taking the survey own two or three Bible study products…With a two to one vote over second place, our readers picked Bible study software from Logos as their favorite."
The survey also asked some general questions about how and when people use Bible software. Here are a couple of the results for that section:
"When asked about their favorite use or feature, 38% said they used it to search the Bible to find a specific scripture, 25% used it to search commentaries, 17% used it to do word studies, about 12% used it for Greek and Hebrew studies, and about 8% stated they used it for all of the above. About 1% used Bible study software to read their Bible through, such as using a Bible reading plan. How often do people use their Bible study software? 38% said daily, 38% said weekly, and 13% said several times a month."


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Greetings from balmy Pittsburgh, where the opening round of the 2012 draft is in the books, and after a placid first few picks, a bit of chaos insued, with the Jets making a choice in the midst of things that feels like a bit of a cop-out.
I'll stipulate up front that my reading of the club's depth chart shows a significant need at forward, since the club has two or three potential top nine NHLers of any sort in the system, and that's presuming Scheifele, Telegin and Klingberg all turn out. With that in mind, the position they found themselves in last night should have been absolute catnip, with Anaheim going off the board a touch for a defender, and PIttsburgh using their pick from the Staal trade to select a talented defenceman that will need a road map to find his own end any time soon.
The result of those two moves, along with Dumba and Rielly being off the board, was one where four very good forwards were available, and two of those players (Grigorenko and Forsberg) were on the slide. Teuvo Teravainen and Radek Faksa would have been solid value in that spot as well, but both of those guys were legit targets for the Jets going in. There really was no reason to expect the other two gents to be in place, though, and Forsberg seemed a particular surprise, since no one had him much outside the top six, or so we all thought.
Faced with a fluid board and a chance, as he had in Minnesota, to take advantage of teams souring on a very good player for superficial or unfounded reasons, Kevin Cheveldayoff has yet again appeared to punt. I like Jacob Trouba just fine as a player, and there's a decent chance he becomes a very good pro. He moves really well, hits a ton, and generally has the sort of makeup a defenceman in the top half of a team's rotation has to have.
The complaint I have is that you need skilled forwards to drive a team, so when you get an opportunity to take a skilled forward, and your team is sorely lacking that commodity in a significant way, you really shouldn't be taking a defenceman absent a glaring difference in talent level between that defenceman and the forwards in question. I certainly like the premise of BPA, and if Trouba was a lock to be a Drew Doughty type, his selection over a few top forward prospects would been justifiable. That would even be the case while acknowledging that right D is one of two spots, along with left wing, where the club has two proper talents at the NHL level aged 27 and under.
That case can't really be made here, though. Grigorenko and Forsberg have the potential to be high impact players, and guys that slide like that, as we saw last year with Sean Couturier, don't always do so because teams have magically found a serious flaw. Forsberg's contract status in Sweden might have scared a few teams off, and Grigorenko's move down has the whiff of teams being willfully blind to the effects his ankle injury and case of mono in the spring had on his post-WJHC performance. A case of mono affecting a player's draft position adversely, in the face of that player's past excellence? Hmm.
At any rate, this selection seems like a nice, safe, pick, but the Jets are a team just crying for big bodies down the middle, and with Grigorenko sitting there, last night has the feel of another opportunity squandered. There are times when circumstance presents you with an unexpected present, and for the second year running, I can't help but feel that the Jets failed to accept a gift when it was on offer.


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Weed Killers By The Glass: Decatur, Illinois
Citizen Monitoring Results
Decatur drinking water is contaminated with cancer causing weed killers at levels that frequently exceed federal standards. A total of six different pesticides or metabolites were found in city tap water, with up to five found in a single sample. The most common pesticide contaminant was atrazine, which was found in every tap water sample tested between May 15 and July 1, 1995. Cyanazine was also found in 100 percent of these same samples. During this test period over 500 infants in Decatur consumed infant formula reconstituted with water contaminated with up to six toxic weed killers (Note 1: Ershow, Abby G., and Cantor, Kenneth P. 1989. Total Water and Tapwater Intake in the United States: Population-Based Estimates of Quantities and Sources. Life Sciences Research Office; Federation of American Societies for Experimental Biology. Bethesda, MD).
Most of these weed killers are used in corn production. Since 1985, taxpayers have subsidized Illinois corn growers at a rate of $607 million per year, for a ten year total of $6.07 billion. Farmers in turn pay nothing to clean up the water. The pesticide industry claims that farmers' weed control cost would double if these polluting herbicides were banned. Assuming the industry claim is true, the added costs to farmers would amount to just 11 percent of the value of the subsidy taxpayers pay to these corn farmers each year.
Causes mammary gland cancer in female rats in repeated studies.(Note 2: Copley, Marion. 1989. Follow-up to the Third Peer Review of Atrazine. EPA. Washington, D.C.; International Agency for Research on Cancer. 1991. World Health Organization. IARC Monographs on the Evolution of Cancer Risk to Humans. Vol. 53.) Classified by the EPA as a possible human carcinogen. Federal health standard in drinking water -- 3 parts per billion (ppb), European Drinking Water Standard -- 0.1 ppb.
- Found in 100 percent of 16 tap water samples
- 63 percent of samples were above the federal health standard
- Highest level found -- 7.20 ppb, more than twice the federal health standard.
- Average concentration -- 3.45 ppb, also above the federal health standard.
Causes mammary gland cancer in rats and birth defects in rats and rabbits in repeated studies. Causes heritable genetic mutations in mammalian cells, which according to the EPA makes cyanazine a potent carcinogen.(Note 3: Dykstra, William. 1991. Peer Review of Cyanazine (Bladex). EPA. Washington, D.C.) Classified by the EPA as a possible human carcinogen, required birth defects warning on the product label. Federal health guideline in drinking water -- 1 ppb. European Drinking Water Standard -- 0.1 ppb.
- Found in 100 percent of samples
- 81 percent of samples were above the federal health advisory.
- Highest level found -- 6.20 ppb, six times the federal health advisory.
- Average concentration -- 2.19 ppb, more than twice the federal health advisory.
Tests for Multiple Weed Killers
- Six pesticides or metabolites -- atrazine, cyanazine, metolachlor, desisopropylatrazine, desethylatrazine, and acetochlor -- were found in Decatur tap water samples. Up to five of these were found in a single sample.
- These six pesticides or metabolites include one pesticide classified by the EPA as a probable human carcinogen, three classified as possible human carcinogens, one pesticide that causes birth defects in animal studies, and two pesticides that disrupt the normal functioning of the hormone system.
- Federal drinking water standards do not account for this simultaneous exposure to multiple pesticides (or other contaminants) in drinking water, and allow cancer risks from these weed killers up to 29 times higher than the federal government allows from the same chemicals in food.
Use of 6 Major Herbicides on Illinois Corn Reached 32.4 Million Pounds in 1994, up by 6 Million Pounds Since 1990
|Acres Treated, 1994
|Use, 1994 (lbs.)
(Note 4: USDA 1995. Agricultural Chemical Usage: 1994 Field Crops Summary.)


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Downtown Plan Draft EIR Now Available for Comment
The first draft of the key regulatory document required before the city and UC Berkeley can sign off on a new downtown plan is now available online.
The draft environmental impact report for the Downtown Area Plan is posted at the city's website at www.ci.berkeley.ca.us/ContentDisplay.aspx?id=33630.
The document is also available for physical examination at the city's central library and in the planning department offices at the Permit Service Center, 2120 Milvia St. Copies are also available for purchase at the center.
The massive document, prepared by Oakland consulting firm Lamphier-Gregory, will undergo one revision after public comments have been heard.
The Berkeley City Council must certify the final EIR incorporating the public comments and the university must also give its approval before the document can become final. The unusual dual approval process results from the settlement of a suit by the city challenging the university's Long Range Development Plan 2020.
In exchange for settling the suit, the city will receive mitigation payments from the university, while the university gets to have veto power over the plan.
The university will scale back on payments if the City Council doesn't approve the EIR and the plan by May 25.
The suit was sparked by the university's revelation that it plans 850,000 square feet of new off-campus construction in the city center, including offices, parking facilities, a museum and other facilities.
The EIR provides a maximum framework for new development downtown that can be approved without the need for developers to prepare a separate EIR on many of the impacts of their projects, City Planning and Development Director Dan Marks told planning commissioners earlier this month.
The commission will conduct a public hearing on the draft EIR during its regularly scheduled Feb. 18 meeting.
Members of the public may make comments on the plan by e-mail or post to Matt Taecker, the planner hired by the city and UC Berkeley to help develop the document. The addresses are email@example.com or at his office at the Department of Planning and Development, 2120 Milvia St., Berkeley, 94704.
More information on the plan will be available later on the Daily Planet's web site and in the print edition.


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Two airplanes clipped while preparing to take off from the runway at Newark Airport just outside of New York City on Wednesday evening, officials said.
Scandinavian Airlines Flight 908, headed to Oslo, clipped its left wing against the tail of ExpressJet Flight 4226, which was going to Nashville, officials said. The planes were taxiing for departure shortly before 7:30 p.m.
The Scandinavian Airlines Airbus A330 was directly behind the ExpressJet Embraer E145 on a taxiway, and was turning right to get onto another taxiway when its wing clipped the tail of the Embraer.
U.S. & World
NBC 4 New York's Chopper 4 video from over the airport shows a broken wing on the Scandinavian Airlines (SAS) aircraft.
The ExpressJet plane was towed back to the gate, and the SAS plane taxied back to the gate. Passengers disembarked both planes and were being re-accommodated. No injuries were reported.
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One of my friends is turning 30 and her Mom ordered some cookies for her special day. My friend is none other than the amazing talent who designed the Royal Cookie Designs logo so of course her cookies had to be state of the art 😉
My friend Brittany has to be one of the most beautiful women I know…inside and out. But let me tell ya…she is one hot mama! She always looks uber fabulous!! So when her Mom suggested high heels I knew we had to take it one step further and the obvious design was of course fashion!
Hope you had a fantastic birthday Brittany! Wish I lived closer and could help you celebrate 🙂


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Seriously, how is it November? This year is just zipping by. As much as I hate the cold I really can't complain (much), it is pretty mild here and I have trips to warmer destinations planned. First up is San Francisco, can't say it'll actually be warmer, but the forecast looks about the same as what we've been experiencing here. Then, we're off to Phoenix. And next month, it's Mexico. To say I cannot wait is an understatement.
I'm happy to see October go. It was a rollercoaster month, and it's left me pretty drained. I'm ready to put it behind me, and focus on better times ahead. Halloween was kind of a bust this year. We went to the Strip on Saturday and casino hopped between Bally's and Treasure Island. Not too many costumes, maybe they were all waiting for Halloween? This year offered the best bang for your buck on costumes, you could've had really gotten your monies worth this year... you could dress up Fri, Sat and Sunday. Parties even started mid-week at the clubs. Anyway, the most popular costume spotted was Mario and Luigi. Funniest I saw was a group dressed like ICP rolling down Flamingo smoking a blunt. Sadly, I don't have a vote for most creative. Saturday afternoon, Frank and I had lunch at PBR Rock Bar. They were celebrating Horny Halloween. Sexy versions of Care Bears, TMNT's Raphael, and others were spotted.
Yesterday at 6 o'clock I feared I wouldn't have any trick or treaters, but then the bell rang, and it didn't stop until 8:30 when I turned out the lights because I ran out of candy. Lots of cute kids, polite, too. Even the older kids played nice.
Tomorrow is election day. I think I may be even more excited over that than Halloween. Today should be my last day for junk mail and political calls. I'm pretty stoked it's nearly done, I've grown so tired of it all.