The Purposes of Color

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pqcl7DPJKHU

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Today when drawing made me add and mix and cultivate

and infiltrate and undermine and unrepentingly remand

to thirsty textured stiff white paper – where I hunkered

down (just right behind the firing line) for hours today –

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my whole armée of colored markers, pencils and the single

square-edged stick of azure chalk I’ve got to keep things

sometimes hazily and sometimes brazenly in situ – from

and into which they, on their oceanic own, fight messy wars

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with one another to eke out a unity, a singularity, a whomp –

at last I recognized the not-for-profit complicated business

I’m now in. I sort out on surfaces a grand arena in which

colors can assert their purposes. Takes an angry mob of them

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to do this job. Is this a narrative that wants to tell itself I’m

letting tell itself? Not intended. Although by all means, if you

see one, have your way with it: lick it, kiss it, kick it, bend it.

While I am not too swift on human beings’ leanings, I guess

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these colors could suggest the possibility of something we

might just as well (hell, given who is wielding them) call

“human meanings.” Whatever they may be. “Play with me!”

they cry. “Okay,” I’ve made it now my business to reply.

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