The Black Dog--watercolor
8 x 12 140# Kilimanjaro paper
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead.
A penny for the Old Guy
I
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

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