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A Hole In Vincent's Head Jim Culleny I was just looking through a hole in Van Gogh's head. The hole I was peering through is a painting some call Terrasse de Cafe. It could be called Fire and Ice. Wonderful would be another apt name for it. This piece of Vincent is a night sky hung with stellar lanterns near as lightposts, as if the cosmos was just another canopy slightly beyond the one shielding the cafe. Just a stone's throw beyond. Within spitting distance. Half a hair's breadth away. Stars big as moons hang in this room in Vincent's skull. Stars ready as wet Cortlands to be plucked from trees in orchards of exploding hydrogen. Under the cafe canopy nano-figures repose upon cobbles of burning coals. Sipping wine maybe; savoring oysters; sucking energy from supernovas. Near and Far opposed as lovers in Vincent's embracing mind. There and Here tangled beyond belief. August 24, 2005

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