A poem by longtime friend, Janet McCann
“Vincent Willem Van Gogh’s painting was stolen early Monday in an overnight smash-and-grab raid on a temporarily closed museum. Its closing is due to the coronavirus pandemic that is currently sweeping the whole world.”
and what would you do if suddenly all rules were suspended, there were no bars, no police? grab a Van Gogh? it would give you pleasure as the world went under. kill your worst enemy? and why? he’ll be going soon anyway. indulge your secret evil sexual urge? some mythic bestiality maybe? too complicated. and while those things sound good in books they are probably uncomfortable. what desire lies at the heart of crime? the crime of the heart.