The culprit’s all but impossible to find in Brueghel’s flesh-packed masterpiece: Christ on the Way to Calvary: a cattle skull gapes on what appears a Flemish holiday— a flood of humanity, confident of life. Barely discernible against the tide, a small grey face bent to the heavy earth beside the crushing weight of a huge cross. A great day for a hanging, as they say, all (...)
Poetry
The Crucifixion
—Richard O’Connell
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