| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/15/13 at 01:01 PM for some reason, George, this poem and its content reminds me of one of the great love affairs of any century, that of Theo and Vincent's affair with destiny. And I am reminded, as they lay shoulder to shoulder blade in their cavernous graves that theirs was a journey traveled, not destination seeking, but passion seeking and not necessarily toward a fulfillment but perhaps a passion that only seeks reconciliation with lusting for life, and not objects. |
