His hog hair brush elicited ochre orbs;
their pale sprouts, long grown through,
contrast with green pot of camphor oil
and candlestick’s cobalt blue.
Were onions the only vegetable
the ailing artist could afford
once he had paid for rough wine,
pipe tobacco and humble board?
Or was he keen to improve his health
after battling with hallucinations
and mutilating an ear? Throughout
the January chill, was inspiration
enflamed by the response to his requests
for money to buy paints and canvases?
Kim M. Russell, 1st August 2023

Still Life with a Plate of Onions by Vincent van Gogh (January 1889)
This Tuesday at the dVerse Poets Pub we have a guest host for Poetics, Melissa from Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. She has come with an abundance of information and poetry about the humble onion. I especially enjoyed ‘Monologue for an Onion’ by Suji Kwock Kim and ‘How to Draw a Perfect Circle’ by Terrance Hayes.
Love the ekphastic poem specially with descriptive imagery of the opening lines – it matches what you see on the table. The poor ailing artist, keen to improve his health, yet giving out the best of his work.
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Thank you Grace!
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This is such an exquisite ekphrastic poem, Kim! 😍 I especially love; “Were onions the only vegetable the ailing artist could afford once he had paid for rough wine, pipe tobacco and humble board?” ❤️❤️❤️
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Many thanks, Sanaa!
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Beautiful take on Vincent here, Kim. Like a person who makes lemonade out of lemons, Vincent took green onions and painted a masterpiece. It still astounds me that he was not recognized in his own time.
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Thanks so much Lisa!
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You’re welcome ❤
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I like this very much as well! I love Van Gogh (side note, I went to see the Van Gogh Experience, it was amazing!). Your first stanza really captures the mood of the painting for me. This poem makes my heart ache for him. I especially love this last part: “Throughout
the January chill, was inspiration
enflamed by the response to his requests
for money to buy paints and canvases?”
❤️
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Thank you kindly, Melissa! I’ve written a few poems inspired by van Gogh’s work and life. Did you see the film?
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Which film? I had no idea there’s a movie about him with Willem Dafoe in it?! (I live under a rock with regard to current events. It’s a blessing and sometimes not.)
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Loving Vincent (94 mins, 2017) – it’s an animated film that explores the last years of Vincent van Gogh’s life. One of the few films I’ve watched at the cinema in the past decade.
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I will check it out!
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https://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/en/art-and-stories/loving-vincent
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Good questions, and wonderful idea to use the Van Gogh! I was intrigued by the book by Raspail, a natural history of health and vegetable diseases! Perhaps he was looking for something healthy and cheap! You’ve opened up a whole line of investigation here.
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I wondered why he included the book and looked it up. Vincent hadn’t long recovered from cutting off his ear and seems to have wanted to get on with his life and work. Sadly, that didn’t last long,
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It seems as though onions are not the solution to mental health problems.
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True…
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Oh, I quite like the second stanza… wonderful imagery! An excellent poem, thank you for sharing!
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Miriam!
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Such a thoughtful ekphrastic poem, Kim! You asked such keen questions, and now you have me wondering, too. I really like this.
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Thank you so much, Merril. I love writing about Vincent.
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You’re welcome, Kim. I was reminded that you do. 😊
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O Kim, you did so well. I claim the third verse, onions are such a healthy food.
I gave up eating Fried Onions, more health benefits without the grease.
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Thank you, Jim! I refer spring onions, but onions fried in a little olive oil with veggie sausage and mash is comfort food for me. 🙂
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Such an interesting painting and the questions you raise make it more interesting. Well done, Kim.
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Thank you, Dwight.
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You are welcome.
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Wow what an amazing ekphrastic
Happy Tuesday
Much💖love
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Thank you, Gillena, with much love.
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Oh, I enjoyed where you went with this the starving artist with only onions to eat. Root vegetables are known to be high in antioxidants.
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Thank you! I love root vegetables but they can upset my diverticulitis.
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Like Vincent’s onions, your poem uses as many words as he does colours to flesh out your ideas…
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Thank you, Andrew.
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This is great! I just love the final couplet ❤️
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Thanks so much Lesley!
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Love how you weave details of his life into a reflection and speculation on his painting, each word as vivid as the art.
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Thank you, Dora.
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You pulled me in with the first stanza, so descriptively delicious, then I enjoyed the inquisitive nature of your poem…so many possibilities with poor Vincent.
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You are so right! Thanks Mish!
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Beautifully expressed Kim 💕
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😊
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What an excellent poem, Kim. I love the connections to Vincent van Gogh.
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Thank you, Colleen!
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Oh, what a captivating poеm! Your poеtic еxploration of thе artist’s motivations and thе possiblе significancе of onions in his lifе is thought-provoking. Thе quеstions you posе lеavе room for intеrprеtation and rеflеction, making thе poеm all thе morе intriguing. Thank you for sharing this touching and еmotionally rеsonant piеcе. 👍👏👌😊🙏
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hank you, Pankaj, for your close reading and kind comments.
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So well done, Kim! This is a painting I am not familiar with, but it’s perfect.
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Thank you, Sara!
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