It’s
September, 2012. We’re on vacation in London, and I’m on my second visit to the
Tate Modern. My first
visit, two days earlier, was simply to see the collection and the museum’s
incredible interior space (the Tate Modern occupies what was formerly a large
power plant on the Thames River). This second visit is to see the current
exhibition – Edvard Munch: The Modern Eye.
The
exhibition does not include the only Munch painting with which I’m familiar – The Scream. The reason is that the
exhibition covers only Munch’s 20th century works (including
experimental photographs). The Scream,
all five or so versions of it that he painted, dates from about 1895.

Two
years later, on another London vacation and browsing the Tate Modern’s shop, I
find The Private Journals of Edvard Munch: We Are Flames
Which Pour Out of the Earth, edited and translated by J. Gill
Holland.
Edvard
Munch wasn’t only an artist. He was also a poet.
To
continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak
Poetry.
Painting: Girls on the Bridge by Edvard Munch (1899); The Munch Museum, Oslo.
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