The colour of freedom
"In a short while acrobats are going to come, in tights spangled with an unknown color, the only color to date which absorbs both sunlight and moonlight at the same time. This color will be called freedom and the sky will break out all its blue and black oriflammes, for a completely favorable wind will have arisen for the first time and those who are there will realize that they have just set sail and that all preceding so-called voyages were only a trap."
-- From "A Short Prophetic Interlude", André Breton
I seem to be a little stuck for words. It doesn't mean that I'm not seeing, that I'm not thinking, but images have blended one into another and they slip through a sieve that apparently also serves as my brain, such that nothing hangs together.
In the meantime, the city is experiencing an outbreak of autumn leaves. They invade alleyways, corridors, carpets in offices, parking lots, streets and parkland; they are airborne and they transmit by soles of shoes.
Perhaps that's it; leaves. I can think of little else apart from leaves. Brown leaves, yellow leaves, not-quite-green leaves, red leaves, dead leaves, crushed leaves, whole soon-to-be-crushed leaves. You look at the trees now, and you see that the leaves which still remain are the ones at the end of branches. Yet these are the same places new leaves will grow in spring. Tell me, why is that?
Posted by sniffles at May 13, 2002 04:32 PM