Enga mellom fjella

Do we see the world in living color. Red-ochre shanty.

{c:lavender}Do we see the world in living color?{c:mauve} Beyond the child-like 8 color crayon set: black, white, blue, green, yellow, orange, red, purple there is a whole spectrum out there! In fact, as a child, there was the set of 48 like the one that Micky next door had when I was 10. I relished the muted tones of sea green and melon; the dark luster of forest and midnight blue. I eschewed navy and pink. As an adult I bought a set of 84. (Whaddya think now Micky! {e:wink}) Teenagers I grew up with also learned that maroon was a color (our high school colors). Beyond that, most folks didn't think. But writers? They must. Raw umber, chartreuse and periwinkle have a place. If not for the hue they depict, then for alliteration, rhythm and rhyme.

The same with the other senses. With a varied use of vocabulary we can avoid cliche and add layers of denotations for the reader. Words like 'the', 'and', 'is' don't add much and a 'babbling brook' just babbles. {e:rolleyes}. But a 'brook that slithers through shades of puce' I'd be wary of!

At least now, there are different crayon shades of 'flesh'. Crayola finally caught on. {e:smile}
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Red-ochre shanty
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Our shanty's painted Falun red,
a racial memory of gathering nuts,
the oxen carts once hazel-laden,
the royal oak and commons long forgot.
Here among the blue spruce, pines,
around the pond of bass and blue gill
the icebox holds the beer, the grill is hot,
and the hamburgers' juicy fat awaits us.
We gather,
latter day Swedes that drink too much,
who love to laugh, to slather butter on our pancakes
while we listen to the baseball scores,
play penny-ante poker; only jars
will ever know who's won or loss.
We dwindle as the pine trees thin
and fall among the beech and birch
as new growth overcomes the dying accents
of the trembling lot, as the shanty's
reddish ochre peels and falls to earth.

© 2009 Kåre Enga [165.469] 2009-03-04
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My cousins' still have the get-away cabin 'in the woods' that came down from their Scandinavian grandparents. It's painted a Swedish red. The pond is spring-fed. Most of the pines were harvested, but other trees have partially filled in. As a child it was a 'dark mysterious place' with the shanty in an open meadow, basking in sun.
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Tuesday evening: Moved my butt and went to Zootown where I read a book. Cold, bitter cold. The full moon lit the clouds over the silhouettes of the Sapphires on the way back. I was glad to be back in the warmth in time to send an birthday email to Travis. The news says the Yellowstone bears are waking up; they're hungry.

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Ønsdags morn: Bright, frigid, 11 degrees. But ... 14 flower heads in bloom on the geraniums and coffee aroma in the air. Life is fragrant if not sweet. {e:bigsmile}

Aften: Schnitzel mit Kartoffel-Salat.

Kveld: After sushi, I went to hear Sheryl Noethe read from her new book of poetry, "As is". I was pleased by her presentation and I'm no longer as worried about the content of my own poems after she read "My penis, he said"!

I hung out at The Break and read. I told Hanniah that I'd found out earlier that Michelle put the poem I wrote for her on Facebook and was getting positive responses. When I got home there was an email from Travis stating he loved the one I wrote for him.

I am of some use.

{c:rainbow} Don't you wish everyone could hear a sigh, taste the sweet and sour,
touch a red-silk sky, smell Spring's return from Winter's cave, see the world in

LIVING COLOR?

quote for the day

"When you enter a rose-garden the wealth of color and variety of floral forms spread before you a picture of wonder and beauty. The world of humanity is like a garden and the various races are the flowers which constitute its adornment and decoration." ~ ‘Abdu’l-Bahá



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The mineral kingdom abounds with many-colored substances and compositions but we find no strife among them on that account. In the kingdom of the plant and vegetable, distinct and variegated hues exist but the fruit and flowers are not in conflict for that reason. Nay, rather, the very fact that there is difference and variety lends a charm to the garden. If all were of the same color the effect would be monotonous and depressing. When you enter a rose-garden the wealth of color and variety of floral forms spread before you a picture of wonder and beauty. The world of humanity is like a garden and the various races are the flowers which constitute its adornment and decoration. In the animal kingdom also we find variety of color. See how the doves differ in beauty yet they live together in perfect peace, and love each other. They do not make difference of color a cause of discord and strife. They view each other as the same species and kind. They know they are one in kind. Often a white dove soars aloft with a black one. Throughout the animal kingdom we do not find the creatures separated because of color. They recognize unity of species and oneness of kind. If we do not find color distinction drawn in a kingdom of lower intelligence and reason, how can it be justified among human beings, especially when we know that all have come from the same source and belong to the same household? In origin and intention of creation mankind is one. Distinctions of race and color have arisen afterward. ~ ‘Abdu’l-Bahá in Bahá’í World Faith

Montana: 8º at 8:00

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