Sunflowers in May
May 5th, 2012 | By Ian Poulton | Category: Personal ColumnsDon McClean was on the car radio. His songs were always beyond the powers of comprehension of a teenage boy: ‘American Pie’ and ‘Vincent’ had lyrics that seemed impenetrable. Oddly, ‘Vincent’ was the most difficult in those youthful years.
Van Gogh was one of those names learned at primary school that did not sound as a primary class usually read it; our best efforts usually sounded like the English name “Gough”, we never quite mustered Dutch gutturals. It is odd that he remained in the memory, long after kings and …