A poem by David Pollard

  Vincent van Gogh (1853-90) [With Bandaged Ear, Oil on Canvas, 1889, Courtauld Institute, London]   The blue is in the eyes last white of seeing        only        no other world        but those harsh swirls and me weighed down with all the long history of paint’s flight into the way the blood’s aorta sees. The shadows of my skin are there already bruising … Continue reading A poem by David Pollard