Saturday, July 7, 2012




Shine and shadow, dark and light,
Curtain pleated, sky blue-bright,
Stone so rigid, waving tree,
Strange reflections, masonry,
Slogans, numbers, winking lights. of life's delights.
                                                                                                        Hieronymus Bosch


How I'd love to enter in your mind,
And get your motives straight,
Hieronymus Bosch, the mystery-man,
Whose pictures we contemplate!
Some think he painted the pangs of Hell
To warn folk against sin,
To show the dreadful consequences
If we let the Devil in.
They think he was good and holy;
They think that, among his goals,
Was the desire to educate
Evil men and save their souls.
Others think, and I'm in tune with this,
That he got a terrific kick
Out of painting the wildly wierd,
Scenes that were lewd and sick.
What better way to indulge oneself
In the gruesome and obscene
Than to paint as a dreadful warning,
A sign to the unclean?
'I show you these sights for your own good'.....
I can hear him saying it now!
'This is your future existence
With the Devil in Hell, I vow!' !
He'd have licked his lips as he said it,
A passionate light in his eyes,
And the peasants to whom he was speaking
Would have thought him wondrous wise.
Today he'd have turned to pornography;
He'd have been on the internet
Swapping repulsive photographs
With other sick minds, I bet.

But I really cannot enter 

In a fifteenth century mind,

So do forgive me, Hieronymus,
If I'm being a bit unkind.


Yuni Murharjanti said...

nice composition!...beautiful!

James said...

I like the way the reflection goes across the different surfaces. Nice shot!