Capturing Light: Investigations of Color in Words, Music and Images #2

Shades of Blue

  • BLUES
    • Scotch Blue, is Berlin blue, mixed with a considerable portion of velvet black, a very little grey, and a slight tinge of carmine red.
    • Prussian Blue, is Berlin blue, with a considerable portion of velvet black, and a small quantity of indigo blue.
    • Indigo Blue, is composed of Berlin blue, a little black, and a small portion of apple green.
    • China Blue, is azure blue, with a little Prussian blue in it.
    • Azure Blue, is Berlin blue, mixed with a little carmine red : it is a burning colour.
    • Ultramarine Blue, is a mixture of equal parts of Berlin and azure blue.
    • Flax-Flower Blue, is Berlin blue, with a slight tinge of ultramarine blue.
    • Berlin Blue, is the pure, or characteristic colour of Werner.
    • Verditter Blue, is Berlin blue, with a small portion of verdigris green.
    • Greenish Blue, the sky blue of Werner, is composed of Berlin blue, white, and a little emerald green.
    • Greyish Blue, the small blue of Werner, is composed of Berlin blue, with white, a small quantity of grey, and a hardly perceptible portion of red.

“The deeper the blue becomes, the more strongly it calls a man towards the infinite, awakening in him a desire for the pure and, finally for the supernatural. The brighter it becomes , the more it loses it’s sound, until it turns into silent stillness and becomes white.”

Vasily Kandinsky: a quote found in Victoria Finlay’s The brilliant History of Color in Art.

Dead my old fine hopes
And dry my dreaming but still…
Iris, blue each spring

Bashō

No Popping Blues without Oranges and Yellows to make them Snap.

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Capturing Light: Investigations of Color in Words, Music and Images #1

The green park in winter.

The snow fell lightly as the footsteps of children. The snow lay masking the trim pathways, shrouding the trodden grass, the snow as far as one could see, on the housetops, on the trees. The sky was low, heavy with the cruel cold, and the light was grey and dim. In a long line gleamed the round lamps, and entangled with the leafless trees was a violet mist, and it trailed along the ground like a train of the winter night. The piercing cold had killed the colors, but the mist was violet, exquisitely soft, but cold,  cold so the weary heart could scarcely endure its anguish. The houses of Carlton House Terrace were dark menacing masses against the whiteness of the snow. The day dwindled into ghostly silence and there was no glimpse even of the setting sun. Gray sky grew darker and the lights gleamed more brightly, surrounded each one by a pale aureole.

From: the year 1900 in A Writers Notebook, M. Somerset Maugham 

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Moonlight Field Trip

I made a decision to let the vampires and zombies out for the night. I was concerned that they might cause mischief, but I was more worried that they might be mistreated by nervous and fearful people abroad in the dark. In the twilight, I began to get them prepared instructing them on rules of behavior. They started to leave too early and I stopped them telling them to wait for a signal, which was a song. They were quite peaceful roaming about like children. Some were naked (I had neglected to tell them about clothing). I could see their sturdy shadow shapes in the moonlight standing and moving alone and in small groups by a pond where people where fishing. I kept my watch over them until dawn for I was their teacher and caretaker.

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Go Blind Today Already: 3 Poems by Paul Celan

From Breathturn

Go Blind Today already

eternity too is full of eyes —

Where in

drowns, what helped the images

over the path they came,

Where in

expires, what took you out of 

language with a gesture

that you let happen like

Autumn and silk and nothingness

 

From Threadsuns

In the noises, like our beginning,

in the ravine where you fell to me,

I wind it up again, the 

musical box– you 

know: the invisible,

the 

inaudible one.

 

From Threadsuns

Speechwalls, space inward–

spooled in upon yourself

you holler yourself to the lastwall

The fogs are burning

the heat hangs itself inside you.

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Another April Poem

A Drift

Everything then was falling apart

and coming together

simultaneously,

situations bleeding noiselessly,

the saturation of 

wicking colors

through beige fibers

suddenly impacted by 

metal and glass

screaming to a halt

bodies flying in all directions

trying to land

somewhere soft enough 

to roll into

the next incarnation.

In the background

grey figures moved,

attending churches and barbecues,

raffles and discos,

hot dates and cool mornings,

parallel but distorted

through bubbled lens 

chosen not- entered into not-committed

examining separation

hanging on fringe

dangling jangled with 

every waft of breeze. 

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