"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Songs of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

The Black Dog

 
The Black Dog--watercolor
8 x 12 140# Kilimanjaro paper
 
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. 
A penny for the Old Guy
                   
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We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
... .

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
... .
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
 
T.S. Eliot 

1 comment:

  1. P.S. This painting just "is," as with poetry, I think.

    It means what it means, though the trivial questions of who was Mr. Kurtz (hint, from my favorite story), and what was The Black Dog (hint: Sir Winston Churchill would know).

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