Issue 14
First of Several Manifestos in the Voices of the Dead

Van Gogh on the Possible and True

Even here there is no blue
          without yellow and orange,
                    and color must still do everything.

My bedroom (precisely as I have always seen it,
          flat tints and a thick impasto, lilac doors, the green-citron
                    pillow and scarlet coverlet,

the pale violet walls and floors of red,
          the basin blue which requires,
                    as I’ve said, other colors) is heaven.

I smoke my pipe in bed for days
          on end and live in paintings
                    I never have to make.

And there is nothing in my mirror.