The Fantasia of Penguin

 We talked about the Newsweek reading was Tortured Souls last Friday..

Tortured Souls  http://www.newsweek.com/id/93454

Do Artists Have To Suffer Greatly To Make Great Art? Check Out The Big Vincent Van Gogh And Jackson Pollock Exhibitions.     

This essay is about Van Gogh.

This song was the teacher – Bluse, who introduced us to listen.

This song was sung by Don McLean.

When I listened, I feel familiar to this song which advertised for ABN AMRO Bank.

I understand background of this song so my feeling is different.

I could hear the sadness in this song.

Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)
by Don McLean

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know  the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will......

Relevance: http://www.ncu.edu.tw/~wenchi/english/lyrics/mclean/don_vincent.htm