Hauntingly Beautiful Modigliani Sketches & Emily Prose

 

Best Experienced With:      Delta Spirit;         Bushwick Blues (acoustic version)

 

(Please right click on the link below to open the suggested background music to this evening’s poetry gathering and art showing in a new browser window)

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtPjg0Jfpqc

 

 Amedeo Clemente Modigliani (July 12, 1884 – January 24, 1920)

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

And Mourners to and fro

Kept treading, treading — till it seemed

That Sense was breaking through

 

 

And when they all were seated,

A Service, like a Drum

Kept beating, beating — till I thought

My Mind was going numb

 

 

And then I heard them lift a Box

And creak across my Soul

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

Then Space — began to toll,

 

 

 

As all the Heavens were a Bell,

And Being, but an Ear,

And I, and Silence, some strange Race

Wrecked, solitary, here

 

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,

And I dropped down, and down —

And hit a World, at every plunge,

And Finished knowing — then —

 

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886)