“Night river lost in my beard.
Clang-clang.
Sapless poplars.
Crowds setting sail.
Gray water.
A spasm convulses the earth.
Blue lights
& a wind snake
shine forth.
The century vanishes.”
Rothenberg, Jerome. "The Lorca Variations: 'Lunar Grapefruits'." Conjunctions, no. 18 (1992): 200. Accessed May 25, 2021.
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“And from his little finger
he blows the Black Wind,
which is stronger than them all.
The White Wind comes from the north
& is very hot.
Blue comes from the south.
The Red Wind comes from the west
In the middle of the day, & is soft.”
Blanco, Santo. A Song of the Winds. In Technicians of the Sacred a Range of Poetries from Africa, America, Asia, Europe, and Oceania by Jerome Rothenberg, 216. Garden City, NY: Anchor Books, 1969.
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“Abundant dark clouds I desire
An abundance of vegetation I desire
An abundance of pollen, abundant with dew, I desire
Happily may fair white corn come with you to the ends of the
earth
Happily may fair yellow corn, fair blue corn, fair corn of all
kinds, plants of all kinds, goods of all kinds, jewels of all kinds,
come with you to the ends of the earth”
from The Night Chant (after Bitahatini) (Navaho Indian) Washington Matthews, The Night Chant, a Navaho Ceremony (Memoirs of the American Museum of Natural History [New York, 1902], pp. 143-5. Rothenberg, Jerome. Technicians of the Sacred a Range of Poetries from Africa, America, Asia, Europe, and Oceania. Garden City, NY: Anchor Books, 1969. p. 80.
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“For example, a single vertical line will ‘pop out’ in a matrix of horizontal lines. A single blue dot will ‘pop out’ against a collection of green dots. There are cells tuned to orientation and color in low-level (early) visual processing.”
Ramachandran, V. S. The Tell-tale Brain: A Neuroscientist’s Quest for What Makes Us Human. New York: W.W. Norton, 2011. p. 302.
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“If you have a normal brain you will, without hesitation, put the red-dotted box at the bottom, the blue-dotted box in the middle, and the green-dotted box on top, and then climb to the top of the pile to retrieve the dangling reward.”
Ramachandran, V. S. The Tell-tale Brain: A Neuroscientist’s Quest for What Makes Us Human. New York: W.W. Norton, 2011. p. 186.
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“Imagine how frustrating it must be to sense something you cannot describe. Could you explain what it feels like to see blue to a person who has been blind from birth? Or the smell of Marmite to an Indian, or saffron to an Englishman?”
Ramachandran, V. S. The Tell-tale Brain: A Neuroscientist’s Quest for What Makes Us Human. New York: W.W. Norton, 2011. p. 115.
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“A religious virgin of unspecified sex
Opens the book again. Great trees
Mass into a risen gloom. Green
Valleys bathed in blue light lull
A scattered population. The world ends;
A person is born, no sense
Thinking about it forever.”
Perelman, Bob. “Book years.” Primer. Oakland, CA: This Press, 1981. p. 12.
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“The bit of earth upon which I press my feet here and now and the larger earth that yields me food and drink, this ocean with its relentless power when goaded by winter storms, and with its heavenly peace and calm in its middle stretches under the summer’s tropical sun, the blue sky, the approaching night, and the night and the morning, the sun, the stars, the milky way, the grass, the trees, my animal companions, the wild birds, the barn-yard fowls, my dogs, the cattle, the horse, and above all my human friends, my colleagues in work, and my family—all these have for me a reality that no disorder or dimness of mind (unless indeed, these go to the point of swoon or delirium) or no speculative sophistication can strip them of.”
Ritter, William Emerson. The Probable Infinity of Nature and Life: Three Essays. Boston, MA: Gorham Press, 1918. p. 131.
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“Mother Mask has twigs in her hair
she is all eye that sometimes closes shut
stars on her eyelids, open are oceans
open are history movies, closed are
blue skies, open are sorrow pain iris clarity events
I forget if closed & open make any difference”
Notley, Alice. "Mother Mask." Ploughshares 15, no. 4 (1989): 153-54. Accessed June 24, 2021.
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“Small birds puff their chests and feathers
With the pleasure that they know better
High morning clouds unload themselves
On the world. Blue peeps through
Sunny boys have spacious souls but killers
Build war zones in the sky where they go to die
Blue poems. Blue ozone. A V-sign
Sails into the elements: an old ship
Named Obsolete though Lovely is easier to see
Now visualize heaven as everything around it”
Howe, Fanny. “Introduction to the World.” Selected Poems. Berkley and Los Angeles, CA: University of California Press, 2000. p. 8.
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“A long day, a long evening, alone, the sky at twilight immense & wonderful. Gold versus silver. Like the reins & bits of circus horses, shining with spittle & sweat, it goes round and round, like circus bells, like circus ropes, the filtering silver dust like pollen, through the long pines & the crowds of birds applauding, lacklustre, but luminous, doomed & blue, tent, carousel, ballon & every other banality, but true.”
Howe, Fanny. Holy Smoke. New York: Fiction Collective, 1979. p. 85.
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“Dogwood snowing on the china blue sky. Green leaves brilliant and transparent in the spring. My green might be your blue, but the patterns would be satisfying, and the same. Certain monkeys have speckled reddish hair that approaches feathering.”
Howe, Fanny. Holy Smoke. New York: Fiction Collective, 1979. p. 4.
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“This sucrose distribution ensures that the mean value of visiting a population of blue flowers is the same as that of visiting the yellow flowers, though the yellow flowers are more uncertain than the blues.”
Churchland, Patricia Smith. "How Do Neurons Know?" Daedalus 133, no. 1 (2004): 42-50. Accessed June 30, 2021. p. 48.
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