french paneled room
WOLVES (Song of the Shepherd’s Dog)
Iron & WineWolves by the road
and a bike wheel spinning on a pawn shop wall
She’ll wring out her colored hair
like a butterfly beaten in a summer rainfall
And then roll on the kitchen floor
of some fucker with a pocketful of foreign change
The song of the shepherd’s dog,
a ditch in the dark in the ear of the lamb
Who’s going to try to run away
Whoever got that brave
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#88. Vincent Van Gogh
“What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.”
Van Gogh