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there was something soft and shapeless

about the way i died

crushed beneath cezannes       

le jardinier vallier

the brash blocks of emotive oil

floating from the canvas

choking my pores like vines

throttling a crumbling French farmhouse

as you sat on a wooden stool

resting in the cool green shade

shapes and contours gripped

vice-like around my smiling throat

then calm, as my soul flew

to an overgrown garden

in aix-en-provence

where a man once taught everyone

to see beauty in its simplest form.

cezanne

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summer haiku ►

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Robert Mann

Fri 13th May 2016 15:27

Stu - died and taken to heaven. As if viewing the art somehow absorbed you into the picture and transported you to a better place. Love it mate.
Rob

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Stu Buck

Thu 12th May 2016 11:09

cheers david and graham, i hadnt spotted that!

i saw this painting on monday at the tate in liverpool. the galleries are set out in 'constellations' that chart how a single piece has influenced other artists. very interesting.

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Graham Sherwood

Thu 12th May 2016 09:47

Intoxicating idea Stu. I particularly like the idea of the painting almost being absorbed by you in that fashion.

(You might want to take out the extra a in line 10)

I need to go France soon!

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