...a deathly serenade...
...a Painter... a Poet... a Prose Stylist... xxx
...a Painter... a Poet... a Prose Stylist... xxx
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beautifully, if I may say so myself as the Poet I hope to
be. Misunderstood, his heart bleed words."
The apartment remained untouched and
exactly the way it was the day he died.
The Entrance
As we enter the Islington apartment, 14
Ciento Cuarenta Ycuatro mil street, (interestingly,
partially renamed after the Spanish Company
that owns much of the property — Ciento
Cuarenta) the door— number 6 — opens to black
fabric covering the walls in the hallway, with two
paintings either side of the entrance walls.
Though, firstly there is a tweed welcome mate
with red lines in its brown woven. It is rumoured
that Franz covered the walls in black fabric after
his wife, Ellis Bema, had departed. The reason
for this fabric could be due to his troubles with
insomnia and complaints of "a constantly racing
mind" and that "the black swings in a coolness"
(An Interview with The Black Humorist, by Steve
Powers — The Guardian, December 21st, 2008.)
The paintings in the hallway entrance consist of
one by his friend, the Artist Yashu, and the other
a copy of Edvard Munch's, The Scream in a red
frame on the right-hand side. Depicting, a green,
blue and red figure sitting in a red walled room
in a corner sitting on a chair, Yashu's painting, is
mounted the way Yashu demanded all his work;
in a gold frame, and is titled: Suicide, After Dali &
Doestoevsky 2007 and was initially considered a
masterpiece by Yashu, but after exhibiting the
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