Many
varying historical accounts of why Van Gogh lost an ear exist. When I was a
child, teachers told us that Van Gogh, having gone mad at being rejected by the
female love of his life, cut his ear off and sent it to her. Afterward, he
admitted himself to an asylum in order to rehabilitate himself of his absinthe
addiction, knowing that he was afflicted with temporal lobe epilepsy and the
absinthe agitated the disease. For a very long time I accepted this as the
truth, I mean, why not? The truth is what we’re told and what we can read is it
not? It is what we allow ourselves to be comfortable with.
If
only that were true. Life would be so much easier if everyone accepted
teachings from scholars and professors and, of course, the preacher at the
pulpit and never questioned anything. I have never been able to do that, and
maybe that makes me stupid. In fact it does at least to the tune that my life
has been difficult because I do not ken facts as truth. Facts become facts
because those who control the facts feed them to the masses and the masses
accept these facts as truth and will argue with a person who talks against said
truth until they fight to the death.
These
days, art historians admit that yes, it was indeed Gauguin that cut off Van
Gogh’s ear in self defense. Paul Gauguin was an apt fencing enthusiast as well
as a painter and Van Gogh, in a fit of rage attacked Gauguin with a knife.
Gauguin, in self defense, chopped off Van Gogh’s ear and the artists decided to
hush it up and concoct a story.
Leave
it some jack like me to check out the dustier books in the library. Contrary to
popular belief, libraries do still exist. Back when I did this they were
relatively popular.
Historians
agree about Gauguin cutting off Van Gogh’s ear.
Historians
agree that they concocted a story to cover it up because the two were
roommates.
Historians
leave out the fact that Van Gogh was bi-sexual and Gauguin was in love with
him. What I read, and what makes sense when one studies the subtext between the
facts, is that Van Gogh, being a wild, drunken and opium addicted sort, enjoyed
his whoring and thought of love as a bit of a joke. One night when Van Gogh was
off to visit a whore, Gauguin angrily asked Van Gogh “what is left for me?”
When Van Gogh pulled a knife to cut off his own ear, Gauguin had a bit of a
freak out and chopped Van Gogh’s ear away. It landed on the steps and Van Gogh
said something to the tune of; “Well, you can have that, if you want it.”
Which
is true? The question may never be answered to a moral certainty. What we do
know is that after a bout of depression and some more paintings Van Gogh
decided that his best bet was to lie down in a field of wheat, smoke some
opium, and shoot himself in the stomach. It is only too bad the tape recorder
had yet to be invented. I would have loved to listen to his dying words.
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