Writing about the subject of a work of art- for Slam |
This painting maybe viewed at: http://www.edvard-munch.com/gallery/anxiety/scream.htm Blood-red sky and sinister colors, clouds molten over a dark fjord and hill, your existential fear and despair draining the breath. By intuition, you witnessed the future horrors of a new century, and your eyes kept burning as if to cry; not knowing why, you darted forward leaving behind the two with their naive view. While the waves snickered at dizzy boats, you saw into nothingness and observed death in the trenches, smelled cyanide gas and glimpsed into hell aflame in Auschwitz-Birkenau or Bergen-Belsen, names not yet invented. Trembling with terror and vertigo, you held your ears to block out moans and shrieks from an unknown void and, leaning against the railing, with psychic melancholy, you let loose an infinite scream at the foggy path in front of you, until the instant stopped and time began again. Then, for decades and decades, leading inward and outward, your scream overtook the world and surpassed nature, echoing in rage, to point to a pointless fate in rebellion. |