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Of Mistrals, Santa Anas, Foehns, Siroccos and Chinooks
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Galen says it wasn't digitalis made Van Gogh see yellow
while we admire Tree's tall foxgloves through the window.
He says the French were trying to develop a weapon
based on the ultrasonic destruction of the nervous system.
He says the French first discovered such ultrasonics
in the winds of the Mistral. Van Gogh had to tie down his
easel in the furious air of Arles, and being the same
sensitive who could pay a whore with the top of his ear,
it's reasonable to assume his insides felt the effect.
Galen doesn't want to prove it, he likes the Romantic idea,
the truth of which is bigger than any correspondence,
and no example suffices. Galen is painting the mythic
and has stretched a canvas for the monster of Frankenstein.
This month, the wind will turn a corner at Wilson Point
off the Strait of Juan de Fuca, skid up Admiralty Inlet,
jump the bluff and explode to color the atmosphere.
Already, one feels blue, and another sees red. One's
in a black mood, and his friend is green with envy
or a bad stomach. The ultrasonic rainbow under pressure
plays no favorites and takes no prisoners.
And Van Gogh felt his answer was Gauguin, who left.
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