As a person with rather brutal case of synesthesia - i see no difference between any piece of art i perceive. No matter what it is - my brain will blow it up as if i was on DMT. Sometimes it happens in more distinct ways, sometimes it is not that exciting, other times it is no good at all but it happens all the time and to be honest it really drains you. I guess it is one of the reasons why i love noise music so much - it gives me such an overload that i actually can relax. (And write a guide to Merzbow. I'm a sad person.)
The problem with my synesthesia is that there are no certain rules to it. It just happen at random. I can look at the cloud and get what may be considered as high. Or i can just walk on the street and it will struck me and i will not even have an idea what was the trigger - just the feeling of something really-really exciting and inspiring occurred and went away. It is really irritating at times but it doesn't really matter. I don't want to talk about it. It's just an introduction.
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Color is something we take for granted. We don't really think about it. And when we think about it - it is kinda not very exciting. And when somebody tries to pin it down and explain - it is boring and unnecessary. The mystery of color will forever stay beyond comprehension.
If there is one thing for sure - it is that color poems are actually criminally underutilized. I'm not talking about use of color in poetry. I'm talking about written set of colors in a form of a poem. Aside from pranks - all i could think of were a couple of poems by Nico Vassilakis and obviosly enough titles of abstract expressionist paintings or a better half of Piet Mondian body of work. Which is strange considering the conceptual potential of color. It is so enigmatic it should be on the frontline of experimental writing just because.
Color poems are fun to read. I really like to gaze through certain parts of Piet Mondrian or Barnett Newman catalogues. Especially ones where you have just a list of works or lists of mentions of pieces in monographies. I think there are more poetry in such things than to say in poems of Rupi Kaur (no offense).
But it is easy to see why color poems are not a thing. Color poems represent some sort of alternative to more verbal and reasonable ways of expressing thoughts and constructing imagery. And nobody really needs that. Because it is a little bit too awkward even in this day and age. Who needs written set of colors when you can actually present those colors in the flesh as a painting? But that's the catch. This is why.
Color poems are like sound poems - they're made to be performed in a special way. They are like scores for imagination. Abstract and precise at the same time. You know exactly what this or that color is and what it generally means and you have your own unique set of associations and reflections connected with it. Perceiving color poem is like writing a symphony of the making of the cloud by breathing on the fly. Lots of things mash together but they all fit in and somehow start to tick. Since there are no way to interpret color straight - you just need to let it flow. And when it happens - it is one of kind experience - blink and you'll miss it. I like that way of perception. It is gratifying in many ways. Writing a color poem gives you an opportunity to present a point of entry of sorts for the experience of the recipient. Think about it for a moment.
I've mentioned Nico Vassilakis earlier. Here are two poems that consists solely of colors by Nico Vassilakis. I have no idea where they were taken from - just found them in my archive. Enjoy.
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