Mary Binnicker Purcell, “Van Gogh Still-Life,” The Peacock’s Feet,” Vol. 18, No. 1, Spring (1993): 38.
The paints screamed across the canvas
crashing browns and olives into
a seizure of noise and motion;
kicking, then rolling stiff-starch circles,
the colors tore away from one another,
shredding into shimmering fragments
which are contained within a frame
but are not content to hang on a wall.