'Sunflowers' (Detail)
Visiting
Van Gogh, forgetting, if we ever remembered, sunflowers were peasant flowers. Came
as a shock, these readymade clichés, to the system when first they appeared
over the horizon in 1889. Their ragged glory, their outlandish pushiness, their
triumphal hours. Provence in June, the light tightens the eyes. Yellow
unforgettably takes over for weeks, remembering hot sirocco down to the roots.
Their top-heavy heads drop over with age, hundreds of black tears blow across byways,
ancient fields. Their definite intention, their definitive purpose, their
indefinite cycle. Someone of no fixed address has just one chance to get it
right, now.
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