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Dutch Golden Age painting is the painting of the Dutch Golden Age, a period in Dutch history generally spanning the 17th century, during and after the later part of the Eighty Years War (1568–1648) for Dutch independence. The new Dutch Republic was the most prosperous nation in Europe, and led European trade, science, and art. The northern Netherlandish provinces that made up the new state had traditionally been less important artistic centres than cities in Flanders in the south, and the upheavals and large-scale transfers of population of the war, and the sharp break with the old monarchist and Catholic cultural traditions, meant that Dutch art needed to reinvent itself entirely, a task in which it was very largely successful.
Although Dutch painting of the Golden Age comes in the general European period of Baroque painting, and often shows many of its characteristics, most lacks the idealization and love of splendour typical of much Baroque work, including that of neighbouring Flanders. Most work, including that for which the period is best known, reflects the traditions of detailed realism inherited from Early Netherlandish painting.
At evens used to hear the tempting Angel's song,
over spans of human bones dinging in the sky.
Boundless desire trying to vault through the time'
tween death and stable humanness.
From elds handing over the collusion with heaven,
for bow to death they want to touch the stars.
Just touch for a moment to feel like gods,
control awhile the flow of human streams.
Choirs of birds will hush, when envoys of death come down,
to a war that humans can never win,
caused by foolishness and disrespect to the star rulers.
Inert bodies will grace a hides of fields,
like blooms of death looking up the sun.
And hundreds of grooms start their grass on the dead,
trim their brothers as a tax to their gods.
aneled head sits on the throne of anguish.
Crowds of rats lie underfoot.
Ruler's char offers a kid and may rats drink its blood.
Calix of wordly blood born from mouth to mouth.
With desire stronger than sense.
Imbibed with the blood gone you feel,
It's the blood been drunk in the dry clay.
Unaware you're part of it,
You won't awake and no way back.
At evens used to hear the tempting Angel's song,