Caravaggio

[Ross McCague]

Echoin' down from God's distant shore
I can hear 'em callin' for my soul…
Roger McGuinn

I can hear the brush
Whispering to the canvas:
This is life as it is lived.
The waves of colour form
As a whore lies drowned;
It’s Mary that he’s made, arms askew,
Out of that wench’s ragged, shapely bones.
It’s happenstance and misguided rule
Driven headfirst to this demise.
Why not crown her in heaven?
You have the tools
To build out of deprivation
The glory of the soul.
Your haunted eyes are cast aside,
The canvas comes gradually into view:
Everything restored, as if new.

[Bernard Alain]

this was very cinematic Ross, maybe McGuinn to folk rock as Caravaggio was to baroque contrasting the middle ground with Cesari, I think 'Death of a Virign' was an excellent choice of subject. Enjoyed this very much, I could hear a twelve-string in the background as I read it.

Bernie

[Ross McCague]

That period of music is the one I grew up with. It resonates with me. I'm taken how Caravaggio would just take people off the street, literally, as models. He had the nerve it is claimed to use a drown protstitute as a model for the dead Virgin. Certain kinds of artistic visions are frightening. Hope you are enjoying yourself.