05 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

07/05 Amsterdam, Netherlands

We divided up the day between Rembrandt and Van Gough.  Sadness is Van Gough’s greatness and without his blood and wed of failures, such masterpieces perhaps would have never been put to canvas.  I can relate to the color and texture of his turmoil and find myself too at times walking around in a daze.  In contract his colors were bright and unique.  (more…)

05 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 018 That love in her eyes

That love in her eyes, it’s playing – sharp as the blade of death,
the love on her lips, it’s straying – hidden in comfort’s breath

Love on her breasts, is painted – swelling with sweet desire
only the touch of another – sets this woman’s heart to fire