Poem: “Watching the Canvas at the Rijksmuseum”

Meingast travelled to Amsterdam in 1885 to go to the Rijksmuseum, which had just moved into its new building (that “disorienting hodgepodge of Gothic and Renaissance elements”). No one is sure which canvas he was “watching.” A triptych/ three sitting or leaning before an aqua green, faintly mottled curtain/without creases/ a painterly imposition on reality, like the symmetry of […]

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On Intuition

“There are hordes of people today who would like us to believe that in their wisest moments they were doing their thinking with the help of some special faculty. Whether one calls it divine illumination or, in the modern fashion, merely intuition, it is a hindrance to real understanding. Nothing is to be gained by […]

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