GloMag GloMagMay2020 | Page 421

An early Netherlandish masterpiece of bizarre curiosities A psychedelic gambol that Jheronimus Bosch brought to life More than five hundred years ago. A book, you could very well think of me, for I am to be read From left to right, and on the outside too A meaningful interconnection between my panels. And frail though I am; I live yet I can’t travel anymore; I live yet Some parts of me is flaking; I live yet My artist is remembered, is hailed, but lives not Except in human honouring Yet in the garden of earthly delights Mankind knows not what to relish Erudite interpretations have deciphered not A complete unravelling of the mysteries of the garden Of earthly delights. And neither will in time Thus the millennium will go on And I will live yet, maybe in another form. 421