Blue HyacinthIt's a growing thing...here and now. |
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5 December 2001 I've seen the green shoot. I don't feel like writing any more right now. |
7 December 2001 OI, YOU! GET BACK INDOORS! NOW! |
12 December 2001 Speak in hues. Say this to blue, "cerrulean, cobalt, dioxazine, indanthrone, manganese, paris, phthalo, prussian, teal, turquoise and ultramarine" |
14 December 2001 Life and fiction flow back and forth across the borders. There is no one and there is no the other. The blue hyacinth bulb exists and so do the words. |
17 December 2001 A thing can endure. Something made "by hand" can pass from mind to mind without ever touching ground. It travels through the eyes...or ears, through finger pads. The moment of creation is an encounter, as is the instance at which the words are read, the image seen. When the exchange takes place, the thing is real. http://www.users.cts.com/funtv/j/jgray/genesis.html http://www.users.cts.com/funtv/j/jgray/writing.html |
18 December 2001 The texture of porridge is much more appealing than the taste of blue hyacinth skin. |
23 December 2001 The roots have formed a dense scribble in the vase. Inside the growing shoot two new blades are forming like a lower mandible, the original leaf hooked protectively over them. |
25 December 2001 |
26 December 2001 Put the bulb in a box. Put the box into the car Drive the car around the world Until you get blooms. |