“Of Color(s)”

Color is of Rainbow
is of single refracted light.
of Single refracted Sound,
is Music(s)

“Colours are the deeds of light, its suffering and joy”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

1. J.S. Bach- Solo Violin Sonata in G minor: Adagio

Why
History?
Delve
into forgotten shadows:
Time’s pain. joy. void. mystery.
A single vision to breathe

“Color is vibration like music; everything is vibration”
-Marc Chagall

“I am Charles Mingus. Half-black man. Yellow man. Half-yellow. Not even yellow, nor white enough to pass for nothing but black and not too light enough to be called white”
-Charles Mingus

2. J. Coltrane: Giant Steps

How many quick and quiet steps
does it take
to take
to
the spark of A Music. A People.
--A Heart?

“Color is but a sensation and has no existence outside the nervous system of living beings”
-Nicholas Ogden Rood

3. Of Webern: A Color between Colors

the Eye
is what seperates...

Loathsome to lie,
it enervates unending spectrum.
Segregates light to rainbow
for human kind
for human mind,
for human power,
for human limit.

from Color(s) between Colors,
into seven false idols.

the Eye
is alive. Two true lies
telling what is and who isn’t;
trapped in Color’s alluring illusion.
(But we lay still,
Breathe secret silent seems deep:
those seams,
and things between,
will exist unseen
until we DARE to see the unseen behind Eye’s distorted dream)

“It is the eye of ignorance that assigns a fixed and unchangeable color to every object”
-Paul Gauguin

“If artists do see fields blue they are deranged, and should go to an asylum. If they only pretend to see them blue, they are criminals and should go to prison”
-Adolf Hitler

4. Alone Together -

“And what is there to fear together:”
“beyond the crowd,”
“above the world?”
we find touch and tears, freedom and flight amidst
“the blinding rain.”
droplets splatter in our open ears and on our closed brow. a wash, we fly together, two by one by three, we dance and sing:
"starless nights were not in vain.”

“I'm not ugly, but my beauty is a total creation”
Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

5. A. Webern: Four Pieces op. 7- i.

Imagine...
A realm. Silent,
Darkly lit, and Open,
as this--

“All colours will agree in the dark”
-Francis Bacon

“You put down one color and it calls for an answer. You have to look at it like a melody”
-Romare Bearden

6. Of Webern:

“In formal logic, a contradiction is the signal of defeat, but in the evolution of real knowledge it marks the first step in progress toward a victory”
-Alfred North Whitehead

“I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may, - light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful”
-John Constable

“Optimism - the doctrine or belief that everything is beautiful, including what is ugly”
-Ambrose Bierce

7. Outkast: Prototype

“I hope that you’re the one
If not, you are the prototype.
We’ll tip toe to the Sun,
and do things
I know you’ll like.”

Psychology of Color:
-Color can carry specific meaning.
-Color meaning is either based in learned meaning or biologically innate meaning.
-The perception of a color causes evaluation automatically by the person perceiving.
-The evaluation process forces color motivated behavior.
-Color usually exerts its influence automatically.
-Color meaning and effect has to do with context as well

“When I discover who I am, I’ll be free”
-Ralph Ellison

8. J.S. Bach- Solo Violin Sonata in G minor: Presto

Our color manifold
I am these sides,
these worlds,
these faces.
You are these colors,
these folds,
these phrases.
We are these times,
these sounds,
these spaces.
They are Us,
They are You,
They are Me.
They are
known
lost
We.

9. Of Webern:

“One of the most striking signs of the decay of art
is when we see its separate forms jumbled together…”
-Jean-Luc Godard

“To arrive at a contradiction is to confess an error in one's thinking; to maintain a contradiction is to abdicate one's mind and to evict oneself from the realm of reality”
-Ayn Rand

10. A. Webern: Four Pieces op.7 - iii.

“I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial”
-Charles Baudelaire

“To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature”
-Auguste Rodin

“We are made out of oppositions; we live between two poles. There's a philistine and an aesthete in all of us, and a murderer and a saint. You don't reconcile the poles. You just recognize them”
-Orson Welles

“I never met a color I didn't like”
-Dale Chihuly

11. A. Hills: Prime- “To Feel: Counted-”

Too good to be true?
Two bads don't make a left
turn at a light that stops
Wrong.
Three goods outweigh the thought of a single pain taking wrath on the night.
Right?
Wrong...too bad, this is the real deal, more truth than lie, some things hidden but everything tied:
Together.

“Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head”
-William Shakespeare

12. Descent

Need. Love. Dark Days, we don't have
Thought. Feel. Hard Days, I don't give
Love. Need. Long Days, you don't want--

“There are roads out of the secret place within us which we must all move
as we go to touch others”
-Romare Bearden

“I have always painted pictures where human love floods my colors”
-Marc Chagall

13. Tectonics

Translucent love affair:
One skin separating two distant chambers;
two shades blending,
Heart's beat trembling
Fear's thin membrane wall.
Three two one
To thee,
My night’s light.
A next heart neighbor,
Our color, our difference, our truth:
Transcend.

“I want to know one thing. What is color?”
-Pablo Picasso

14. A Breath in Time

“Yellow is a light which has been dampened by darkness;
Blue is a darkness weakened by light”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: Inner power…”
-Paul Gauguin


15. Gone.

We live,
Listening.
Breathing,
We imagine a world
Open,
Glistening;

Ears perked,
We hear a world,
at play and free,
Bristling with love, hate,
and those things
that will be,
or won’t.

though
We live,
Partitioned.
A world captured by incessant “culture;”
Our dance and song
cut up and tattered,
babel to false ear,
myriad strewn color to blind eye,
Diced and scattered across time’s cruel cutting plank.

But,
we inhale:
Our ears breathe a silent single air,
a simple silent dream.
Our chests rise,
We exhale and sing a single siren song. a simple silent dream
Together:

We sing our many sounds, senses, and seeds
Together.
Sing of our glorious ringing Colors,
soul of love and light of others,
who’s rainbows sail in on one breath
and get gone with the next,
gone with the next,
and the next…
and the next…

Music is of Art is of Culture is of
many refracted rainbow ray.
-“Of Color(s)”

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(UN)-folding

16. J.S. Bach- Solo Violin Sonata in G minor: Siciliana

hold me inside your eye,
share your mind
from years behind.
your Sweetness gone raw
as you tread that thin line,
the Love and Hate kind.

17. Bach “Remix” - Solo Violin Sonata in G minor: Fugue

“We would like to get to a point in our society where people really are colorblind and this message would not have to be told anymore. Unfortunately, we're not there yet”
-Harry Connick, Jr.

18. A. Webern: Four Pieces op.7 - iv: Color Blind

Who Sees?
I cannot.
Who bleeds
hue and drop?

Blind to difference:
pure.
or Ignorant, walking streets of old
untold thoughts that run blithe
in face of unfolded eyes.

Who Sees?
I cannot.
Who needs
loop and stop?

Blind to difference,
left dry, pale, bleached:
unsmothered,
a life unkind, lived in grey cover.

Who Sees?
I cannot.
Who bleeds
that human drop?

19. A. Webern: Four Pieces op.7 - ii: my blue, your blue?

I sees you sees me.
how dare you let me see your full fall color?
ah, you saw how I glare?
i see, you see no color at all, brother.

20. A Drop of Wind

“Wring out oil from old vein’s rage,
Seep that pang, soak staff page.
Pour from pore, let drip down fingertip.
Ripped skin burns, oil slips from grip.
Burnt shred, beads fly through hated shame.
Melt name into cursed time with waxen stain.
Claim that Other; that forgotten shadow,”
says Cain,

...please. ...stop.

“Less of them, more brother.
And
leave behind that blindness, that closed bleached thought.
Open eyes to
more ringing color.
Spill your silent wish
let us
flood damned logic with second thought’s ebbing hiss,”
Love utters.

Stay.
Out.
Please,
Ring Wring Ring Wring
Out….

21. Of Color(s) “Remix”: of Choice and Origin

We emerge
from light unfound.

Though earth be father, and mother sea,
we don those luscious greens with gilded gold,
forsake the soil,
to vie for sun’s glory.
Blanch rich blues
and reach for whiter sky
we yearn to be.
unearthed, unsea’d.
This art of choice
of want, of wish, of desire,
sucks light from without
into blind world within.

Until
beauty of mother earth’s dirt, father sea’s salt,
those muddy colors and murky hues,
bend beams of grit, truth, and pride,
art of origin,
hearty light and color glowing,
from inner melting, familiar warmth will yet be felt.

We emerge
from color unfound.
Shade radiating from rich history to ricochet off time’s return.

So,
Let artful light into world’s window,
of Choice and Origin,
glow and grit,
our color reflecting onto others,
others onto ours.
Let rays illuminate looking glass partitions
with abundance;
a dazzling radiance glistening on wondering eyes.

22. Of Color(s) and (UN)folding

an unfolding mixed page of color extends to reach the next space, the next sound, from jumbled past to jumbled future through potentially peaceful present: it moves through time to touch a little thing sitting in the before and running to be in the after, or not, that is, to be from everywhere, that is, to be going nowhere but toward itself. A page’s story told by watches, and sniffs, and touches, licks and listens, but mostly those brief, fleet, curious glances at time.

23. Gone

And of what Color(s) are YOU?-

“As individuals, people are inherently good. I have a somewhat more pessimistic view of people in groups”
-Steve Jobs

colors. grouping? partition...

teammate, flag waver, those colors: lovely, lending entrance, a dive into mass movement.

“The artist alone sees spirits. But after he has told of their appearing to him, everybody sees them”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Or of none?
Beyond Color,
we are not yet light:
floating above ultraviolet and infra
scopes, bending time through sound, while
light, folds over a space entwined
within and
without tint.

Or finding your own,
unfolding color of intimate and infinite size, shape, and angle

“And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet”
-Shel Silverstein

to stretch, unravel, and sing beyond sky and earth
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