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Life obliges me to do something, so I paint. – Rene Magritte Poet. I have seldom read you, but I have seen something of the infinite abyss in you. Strange, how I talk to you now, as if in limbo, studying the silence that envelops you. One can’t help, but wonder what’s going on in that beautiful, surrealist head of yours, two years ahead of the war, three years ahead of Trotsky’s assassination in Coyoacan. I’m not certain if what I see is a portrait of a poet, or the mind of a genius. When I look at the back of your head in the mirror, I struggle with writer’s block to say anything more meaningful than: Ceci n’est pas une pipe, which really translates as: ‘this is not a portrait, but a lesson in portraiture, as much as it is a lesson in life.’ I wonder if you agree with your painter friend that art is equal to the mysteries of life? Like Rene, I conceal nothing. My only hope is to look the abyss in the face without prejudice. Mark A. Murphy Mark A. Murphy’s studied philosophy as an under-graduate and poetry as a post-graduate. His poems have appeared in over 160 magazines world-wide.
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