I like to think it is synaesthetic. You are or were reading as I would wish
but... expanded or extended synaesthesia. Transgressive synaesthesia.
L
On 3 September 2014 18:05, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> I Was thinking how synaesthetic it all was before I got to the word there,
> Lawrence. All that socio-cultural noise...
>
> Doug
> On Sep 2, 2014, at 10:16 AM, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
>
> > *percussion*
> >
> > yellow wordy enclosure
> >
> > over grey blue
> >
> > silver bar
> >
> > fades behind green oxidation
> >
> >
> > several islands in a silver sea
> >
> > a rope between two uprights
> >
> > bluish one end sagging the other
> >
> > green and blue beside each other
> >
> >
> > ecstatic bird
> >
> > no bird
> >
> > no rope
> >
> > no sun
> >
> >
> > white tree stump
> >
> > white plastic spoon
> >
> > white droppings on grey concrete
> >
> > fading tree stump
> >
> >
> > fading sky
> >
> > impassive man with camera
> >
> > two cameras
> >
> > camera flash
> >
> >
> > bark of a dog spread out with a spatula
> >
> > upright and falling cross-bar
> >
> > a pram containing a baby rolling towards the ocean
> >
> > a child in a wet so'wester
> >
> >
> > wings flapping
> >
> > egg shell fragments
> >
> > flutter of embers
> >
> > bare wood
> >
> >
> > sun beams
> >
> > bare sky
> >
> > an open head collecting rain water
> >
> > a coffee cup containing blood
> >
> >
> > spilt soil
> >
> > rendered brickwork
> >
> > squeals of pink
> >
> > low clawed cloud
> >
> >
> > synaesthetic openings
> >
> > porn to king's foreplay
> >
> > forecourt
> >
> > for ever and ever gorse bell heather
> >
> >
> > rock outcrop
> >
> > a field of rotting cauliflowers
> >
> > a spear brandished
> >
> > a clapping crowd
> >
> >
> > coils of wet rope
> >
> > a drowned child
> >
> > three swamped arches in a row
> >
> > two strands of seaweed
> >
> >
> > a ship at sea
> >
> > a crumbling drop
> >
> > tea stains on the tablecloth
> >
> > a squawk of linen
> >
> >
> > an open window in a painted forest
> >
> > ring pull cans tied together
> >
> > rattling words
> >
> > time to remember
> >
> >
> > point by point
> >
> > line by line
> >
> > rope by rope
> >
> > a reflecting a repeating windows boarded up to create privacy
> >
> >
> > cobwebs
> >
> > water impasto
> >
> > bank
> >
> > sand
> >
> >
> > cash of the titans
> >
> > rock at the window
> >
> > silence clattering
> >
> > muttering silence
> >
>
> Douglas Barbour
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>
> Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2
> (UofAPress).
> Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
>
> that we are only
> as we find out we are
>
> Charles Olson
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