What is it about art that often conjures that solemn feeling within us? — A brief review of Russ Ramsey’s Van Gogh has a Broken Heart

How sweet were their vows

To raise weary brows

And rings upon which

Such lavishness rich

To humble the proud

And bend the unbowed 

A fishy song, sung by a great beast of the depths to the man so lost among the waves, the island had to find him.

Now, wherefore once I might have fell

Mighty king has stayed my ground, 

And wherefore once no grace did tell

Grace has lost souls of sinners found