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Caravaggio’s last painting – The Martyrdom of Saint Ursula 1610
Ah, Caravaggio, you come to me in a dream.
We both hold on to the darkness – painting canvases seeped in sanguine.
Red is the color of my cheeks as I blush when our finger tips brush.
Do you not see what I’ve buried deep, has dug itself out to find me?
Feel how my fears quake as the waking sun’s rays illuminate.
It’s light that blinds, yet all the while pretends to mend.
I clutch fast to the shadows and nod in acquiescence.
*Michelangelo Amerighi da Caravaggio is considered to be the greatest Italian painter of the Seventeenth Century. Arrogant, hot-headed, and extremely talented, he would cause turbulence wherever he would go. It is said that his last painting, The Martyrdom of Saint Ursula, was painted while Caravaggio bled from a deep wound to his face. A vengeful knight had sliced him with a sword, and he was literally bleeding as he worked on the painting. Only a few months later, Caravaggio would be dead at the age of thirty-one due to what historians surmise as malaria. I suppose he angered the mosquitoes, as well!
Saint Ursula’s martyrdom reminded me a bit about the subject of your book you’ve been working on. Her story was certainly tragic but admirable, as well. I’m happy you enjoyed my poem. Thank you, Merril! 🌹
This is one of the best of your longer poems that I’ve read so far, in my opinion. There is a lot going on both on and below the surface here that is beautiful and erotic but also terrifying. Truly powerful work.
Can you imagine being intensely passionate about something, that you’re willing to bleed to death for it? I read Caravaggio’s vision was affected by his wound, that the way he painted, actually was altered. His is a fascinating story. Thank you for understanding what I was trying to convey about this amazing man. If you find the time, please read Crow’s poem, Underground. I’ve underlined the words below which will bring you to it. It inspired my poem, as well.
I always look forward to your insight on my work. You’re one of the reasons why I enjoy sharing my writing.
Darling Phoenix! It’s always a joy to find you here; our monster troubadour. I swoon from your compliments. A million thanks (and I don’t need your address to send that to you, my friend😜).
I love the painting which is so much more haunting because of Caravaggio tragic story. But it’s your lovely words which bring them togeather. Especially the last two stanzas:
It’s light that blinds,
yet all the while pretends to mend.
I clutch fast to the shadows
and nod in acquiescence.
Carravagio was a master of inner lighting. He had his images in light coming from the middle of the canvas, which was revolutionary at the time. Up until then, I recall that the light came from top right down to bottom corner. So his images were eerie that way. Love it!! Yeah, inner light, strong shadows.
Something tells me you and he would’ve gotten along! Well, until he’d get angry; that is. Haha! Two extremely talented renegades usually don’t make a happy ending.
Yes, he was banished from Italy, came back, I believe that ended up dying on a beach ( I can’t quite recall my Art History) returning. He pissed off the Pope, because he had drawn the Madonna’s feet, barefoot.
It seems to be a given that those in the creative arts are all crazy to some degree. Totally sane people must lack the necessary gene that allows the mind to imagine.
I agree with you about artists being crazy, but I wonder if there truly is a totally sane person? It seems as if we’re all crazy, but some more than others — like artists and writers, of course! I appreciate your insightful comments.
Ah, I’m so happy you liked that line! Caravaggio was safer in the shadows of his studio. It seemed he would get into mischief mingling with people in the daylight.
Such an excellent poem. I live so many lines from this.
Did you ever see Simon Schama’s Power of Art? He did one show on Caravaggio. Really interesting and powerful portrayal. I also enjoyed the Bernini episode. But it was all good, definitely worth watching.
Thanks for citing me as an inspiration. But I assure you, I can be pressed. 😀
[…] It could stand alone as a fine short poem. It also inspired the fourth of 7 short stanzas posted (along with an interesting biographical sketch of the 17-th century painter Caravaggio) in {Caravaggio Dreams}: […]
He really was a brilliant genius – and that often requires a certain amount of ruthlessness… Did you know that he used his own portrait for “David with the head of Goliath” for the severed head? How incredibly awesome and creepy, right? 😉 xoxo
Loved the poem, Rose. So evocative of Michelangelo’s character, which it seems, was a blend of creative genius, passion and temper – all erupting at the same time like a volcano, blinding all with its glare and commotion.
Most artists are crazy
I should know……..
Your poem is beautiful
As Sheldon Always
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Yes, we can be! 😀 Thanks Shel. xo
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A beautiful poem – a good tribute to the man
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Thanks much, Derrick! Caravaggio was quite unforgettable in sheer talent and volatility.
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A stunner, as so often, dear Poet.
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A stunning man can move souls. I appreciate your visits!
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Wow…that’s stunning Rose..
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Thank you, Mich! It was fun writing about Caravaggio. He certainly wasn’t boring!
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Caravaggio Dreams–how splendid!
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Saint Ursula’s martyrdom reminded me a bit about the subject of your book you’ve been working on. Her story was certainly tragic but admirable, as well. I’m happy you enjoyed my poem. Thank you, Merril! 🌹
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Poor St. Ursula!
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Extraordinary paibter and beautifyl words
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Caravaggio was definitely extraordinary. Thank you very much, Pupazzovi.
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This is one of the best of your longer poems that I’ve read so far, in my opinion. There is a lot going on both on and below the surface here that is beautiful and erotic but also terrifying. Truly powerful work.
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Can you imagine being intensely passionate about something, that you’re willing to bleed to death for it? I read Caravaggio’s vision was affected by his wound, that the way he painted, actually was altered. His is a fascinating story. Thank you for understanding what I was trying to convey about this amazing man. If you find the time, please read Crow’s poem, Underground. I’ve underlined the words below which will bring you to it. It inspired my poem, as well.
I always look forward to your insight on my work. You’re one of the reasons why I enjoy sharing my writing.
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“clutching fast to the shadows”…well we must, I think…(K)
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Most definitely, my dear! Thanks for stopping by.
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Wow, this poem is beautiful and deeply textured! An amazing piece and beautifully spoken. Well done!!
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Darling Phoenix! It’s always a joy to find you here; our monster troubadour. I swoon from your compliments. A million thanks (and I don’t need your address to send that to you, my friend😜).
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You let your talent shine through this one Rose! Love it!!
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❤
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The original Rebel
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I love the painting which is so much more haunting because of Caravaggio tragic story. But it’s your lovely words which bring them togeather. Especially the last two stanzas:
It’s light that blinds,
yet all the while pretends to mend.
I clutch fast to the shadows
and nod in acquiescence.
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Carravagio was a master of inner lighting. He had his images in light coming from the middle of the canvas, which was revolutionary at the time. Up until then, I recall that the light came from top right down to bottom corner. So his images were eerie that way. Love it!! Yeah, inner light, strong shadows.
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Exactly! I’ve got to get back but love this back and forth! I’ll respond later tonight.
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“Chiaroscuro” is the term which you describe, Ted. Thanks for mentioning that — you read my poem perfectly.
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I feel silly for not knowing and remembering the term. 🙂
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Cha cha cha chia! I remember the term due to an annoying professor who’d sing the Chia commercial whenever we talked about Rembrandt. 😀
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I very much enjoyed hearing what lines you liked. Thanks for you kindness! xo
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Something tells me you and he would’ve gotten along! Well, until he’d get angry; that is. Haha! Two extremely talented renegades usually don’t make a happy ending.
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Such a moving poem… beautiful, inspiring writing, Rose!
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Many thanks, sweet Iris. I’m dancing from your lovely words. xo
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Ah, or from your Caravaggio dreams… dance, dance on
Rose!! 😉 ❤
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Yes, he was banished from Italy, came back, I believe that ended up dying on a beach ( I can’t quite recall my Art History) returning. He pissed off the Pope, because he had drawn the Madonna’s feet, barefoot.
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Really? Well, feet are pretty scandalous; especially when they’re bare. 😀 Thanks for that bit of info. I hadn’t read about that before!
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Oops stands corrected on his death, I have him on a beach dying anyway bleedin’ in the movie of him in my mind. Played it out in my head. 🙂
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It seems to be a given that those in the creative arts are all crazy to some degree. Totally sane people must lack the necessary gene that allows the mind to imagine.
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I agree with you about artists being crazy, but I wonder if there truly is a totally sane person? It seems as if we’re all crazy, but some more than others — like artists and writers, of course! I appreciate your insightful comments.
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I think you’re right–everyone on the planet is crazy. God help us… 😁
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🙃
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Blinding light that pretends to mend…. wonderful!
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Ah, I’m so happy you liked that line! Caravaggio was safer in the shadows of his studio. It seemed he would get into mischief mingling with people in the daylight.
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Great work Rose. Informative also 😀
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Ah, I always learn new cuss words when I’m at your blog, so I’m glad I can return the favor, Josh! 😀 xo
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Yeah yeah, whatever, like you don’t know them all anyways 😉
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No, you corrupted my purity. 😆😂🤣
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b.u.l.l.s.h.i.t 😉 😛
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Ha! I was just practicing to be the next US
president.
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Slasher monster party
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Party because we no longer have a future due to an orange monster! Ugh.
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😦
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I’m exaggerating but not really. He’s really the worst pos.
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I feel ya
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Such an excellent poem. I live so many lines from this.
Did you ever see Simon Schama’s Power of Art? He did one show on Caravaggio. Really interesting and powerful portrayal. I also enjoyed the Bernini episode. But it was all good, definitely worth watching.
Thanks for citing me as an inspiration. But I assure you, I can be pressed. 😀
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Thanks darling! No, I didn’t see any shows on Caravaggio, but I’ll check them out.
Okay! Good to know — I’ll press your button some day 😀
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What make you think you haven’t already?
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You tease😃
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A truly beautiful and intelligent piece. I have read it through several times. Bravo 👏
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Several times? What a compliment! Thanks so much. I’m beaming!! 🙂
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hi very good article.
thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much!
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A dedicated artist to the end
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Wouldn’t Caravaggio have been fun to work with on one of our projects? Ha! Scary and unpredictable, too.
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Bloody right!
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“A vengeful knight had sliced him with a sword…” Impressive! That’s quite the achievement.
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Thank you. I appreciate your visit!
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thanks for this
touching perspective, Rose!
artist’s dying for their art!
it was getting real
for the young
& talented
long ago.
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Wisely stated, David. Thanks so much for your comment. 💋
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Such an inspired poem – and the reading was wonderful! I like that you don’t hurry it at all in the reading – Hugs 🙂
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Thank you very much, Christy! Big hugs 🙂
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[…] It could stand alone as a fine short poem. It also inspired the fourth of 7 short stanzas posted (along with an interesting biographical sketch of the 17-th century painter Caravaggio) in {Caravaggio Dreams}: […]
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The passionate painter, his baroque art, exuberant style, tenacity and determination- all have been expressed in your words… beautiful and powerful… 🙂
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Yes, Mani, Caravaggio’s passion was all encompassing and wildly uncontrollable! Thank you for understanding what I was trying to convey. xo
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Great post!
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Thanks Jennie!
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You are welcome!
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Oh yeah!
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Reblogged this on Art by Rob Goldstein and commented:
from Poet Rummager
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Thanks for the reblog, Robert!
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YVW!
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The perfect poem for one of my very, very favourite painters! 😄😘💕
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Caravaggio was incredibly talented and passionate — the ultimate bad boy! Yes, he’s one of my faves, too. xoxo
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He really was a brilliant genius – and that often requires a certain amount of ruthlessness… Did you know that he used his own portrait for “David with the head of Goliath” for the severed head? How incredibly awesome and creepy, right? 😉 xoxo
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I had no idea about Goliath! Yes, creepy — I think I’m in love! 😆Thanks so much for that info, darling. xoxo
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I´m happy I could make you even more in love with him 😉 He must have been just incredible as a person! xoxo ❤
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Loved the poem, Rose. So evocative of Michelangelo’s character, which it seems, was a blend of creative genius, passion and temper – all erupting at the same time like a volcano, blinding all with its glare and commotion.
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Wow! Beautifully commented, Somali. I appreciate your fine words. xo
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You are very special! ❤
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Really? Aw, thanks Dina. 😘💋
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Beautiful line: “Feel how my fears quake as the waking sun’s rays illuminate.” 😊
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Thank you!
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Rich and dark. Wickedly good.
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Thank you for visiting!
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