By Pierre Michon
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It used to be already the dinner hour, they have been consuming, and as a rule it'd be the 2 Vincentian oblations, the yellow potato and black espresso, Vincentian from Vincent’s first interval that Roulin didn’t comprehend; yet of the 3rd oblation— what Vincent known as l. a. blanche, which we additionally name the fairway, diabolical and sunlight, chrome yellow quantity 3— simply Joseph partook ahead of consuming. convinced, Roulin used to be nonetheless ingesting; however it didn’t aid how it used to. It not produced this desirous, violent physique that the mad excesses of teenybopper incite, this natural glory made flesh; Augustine is as previous because the hills, or even the oyster ladies— their sidelong glances, their white palms— if by accident or blindness they mistake you for a sultan, you are going to lay your palms on them in useless: however, you examine them with a similar eyes you had in Lambesc, and their our bodies are an analogous, heavy, prodigious. it appears the entire pals you drink with have replaced, they’ve develop into inattentive, tact much less; they now not deign to work out that underneath the postal cap anything of a prince is making a song and making clever comments; in addition, possibly the prince speaks much less willingly; there are too many stuff on this planet that the postman hasn’t understood, that he understands he’ll by no means comprehend, which, consequently, the prince will now not talk about. And on each 14th night of July probably all started in strong spirits— new uni- The lifetime of Joseph Roulin ______ 33 ______ form all polished, settled among the trumpets and the tri colour, the zouaves and the Algerian soldiers, the blue sky— those nights of the taking of the Bastille you've noth ing in any respect and prove sitting by myself at a desk in a bistro close to the port with the black sea sooner than you, the buddies who left you in your ramblings, the younger toughs who examine you and snort with the oyster women, the white that runs via your beard and the hot uniform that you’ve stained, and whilst angrily you upward push, if you happen to push a chair and it falls, it’s not riot, it’s not a down fee at the re public to come back, it’s the republic itself falling during this chair that you simply see via your stupor and whatever just about tears, ultimate yet by some means akin to happiness— the republic is delec tably misplaced, fallen there, into the previous; if you come domestic after middle of the night, you’re simply an outdated sot; and on an vague again highway the place you cease to trap your breath, you spot fireworks exploding by surprise up there like Vincent’s dahlias, and also you ask yourself, what arms assemble them? What celestial herd grazes them? after which you weaken, like an outdated girl you are saying to your self that Vincent is within the sky. You communicate to him. someday, as chances are you'll anticipate, van Gogh got here again. It wasn’t from a few center of darkness. Its night. Roulin has a bit backyard really faraway from his apartment, off via the wooded outskirts, right here full of tomatoes and over there a few agaves, towards Estaque or Cassis; he’s coming again to consume and he's taking to the incline of his road, rue Trigance for instance, towards los angeles Vieille Charite; his again is to us, drained, anything in his hand, peppers or endive; he’s nonetheless implementing, yet way more crooked than while he was once pes tering the enthusiast with muzhiklike cabrioles at the fringe of Arles.