Vincent's Starry Night

I can't wait for exams to be over. I can't wait to see Vincent's Starry Night!

Starry Night is in Berlin now, at the New National Gallery, until 19 Sept 2004.

I was wondering how come Starry Night was missing at Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam when I was there 3 weeks ago. Van Gogh Museum was kind of a disappointment and the admission isn't cheap (an exorbitant 9 euros, I thought the Uffizi in Florence was much better). So, I bought 3 of his paintings to make me feel better.

I didn't know Starry Night is in Berlin until WL told me. Ach so!

I have no plans to go to the United States as yet just to see Starry Night, at least not this year.

So Northern Germany (particularly Berlin), here I come. 3 more weeks.

Just because of Starry Night.

Although I do not know Vincent well, and I am not an art/painting aficionado, there are just some paintings on this world that you MUST see no matter when and what.

Starry Night is one of them. Just like Rembrandt's "Nightwatch" and Michelangelo's "Last Judgement".

Just like you must go to Old Trafford if given the chance, even if you are not a MU/soccer fan. Just like 不到长城非好汉.

I can't wait for exams to end. Jetzt muss ich studieren.


Vincent (Starry Starry Night) by Don McLean

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

*Starry starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless heads on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.*

Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will...