How is it that a colour can be like food? But it is: thick blue chalk on yellow-grey wall-stone stained with lichen. The colour cools and fires all at once some fever of the eye. You could stare and stare and never get enough of it.
Tangerine rhododendron flaring fifty throats into which you are compelled to drop your gaze. The longer you look the more the colour fills your skull like a liquor; and the the sun drops and the whole wide air is suffused with the same citric glow. And the sun drinks from the brim of your skull and is drunk.
You turn a corner and suddenly you're wading up to your shoulders in an iris river, those great bearded alien irises of a purple so intense that it's sentient -- look long enough and you'll witness it rise through pulsating signal to first furtive reference to full conscious thought and then past that into lucid dreaming and the fluid mechanics of the soul.
The density of it, the way it yields and yields in powdery depths yet is never fathomed.
I'm incredibly overstimulated from a long workday right now, but the city has decided it's high summer in May & won't be refused.
Tangerine rhododendron flaring fifty throats into which you are compelled to drop your gaze. The longer you look the more the colour fills your skull like a liquor; and the the sun drops and the whole wide air is suffused with the same citric glow. And the sun drinks from the brim of your skull and is drunk.
You turn a corner and suddenly you're wading up to your shoulders in an iris river, those great bearded alien irises of a purple so intense that it's sentient -- look long enough and you'll witness it rise through pulsating signal to first furtive reference to full conscious thought and then past that into lucid dreaming and the fluid mechanics of the soul.
The density of it, the way it yields and yields in powdery depths yet is never fathomed.
I'm incredibly overstimulated from a long workday right now, but the city has decided it's high summer in May & won't be refused.
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Date: 2018-05-15 04:03 am (UTC)All of this is beautiful, but I like the rhythm of this line especially.
That is why the sea in Homeric epic is οἶνοψ: not the color of wine, but the deepness, the intensity of color; the drunken amethyst purple that wine is, that is the blue (grey, black, green) of the sea.
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Date: 2018-05-16 03:59 pm (UTC)I did not know that, and it is perfect. It is exactly right.
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Date: 2018-05-16 04:03 pm (UTC)Ha. That is, and I hope this is not weird, the line on which I paused and thought, "I think
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Date: 2018-05-16 06:46 pm (UTC)I'm honored. I did.
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Date: 2018-05-15 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-05-16 03:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-05-15 01:09 pm (UTC):admires more:
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Date: 2018-05-16 03:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-05-15 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-05-16 04:00 pm (UTC)I have a friend who can taste people's names.
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Date: 2018-05-15 06:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-05-16 04:01 pm (UTC)Joyce because the inescapability struck me, the capture of beauty -- though I could close my eyes to escape it, I suppose, but then I would risk being struck by a car instead.
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Date: 2018-05-16 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-05-16 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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