Something like Fireworks
By Noo
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“I see numbers as colours”, said the boy.
“One is red. Two is blue. Three is green.”
“No you don’t”, said his mother,
“No you don’t”, said the teacher,
“No you don’t”, said the priest.
“Numbers are black on white.
Simple. Straightforward. Stark.”
“Not for me”, said the boy,
“For me, they bloom in rainbows.”
But he went to art school anyway,
Where he learnt to draw like everyone else
And he read the same books as everyone,
So he wrote the same stories as everyone else.
He conformed without question,
He drank the fucking Kool Aid.
When he went back home,
He tasted his mother’s disappointment,
He smelt his father’s ghost.
And later, when he was both son and father,
He visited his mother
And sat in the garden,
Watching the most exquisite butterflies
Spiralling high in the pine trees,
Heart-breaking ruby wings on grainy bark,
Watching the grey of death
Swinging across his mother’s face
In the light and shade,
To and fro
Of the hammock.
He saw, as always, what no one else could.
And in soft twilight,
He watched his mother
In the lonely family room,
Sitting under her Kandinsky print,
Reading Nabokov,
Billie Holiday on low,
And he knew she finally heard
The blue
In the blues.
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Synesthesia...yes, perfect
Synesthesia...yes, perfect interpretation.
I've often wondered whether Gaugin might have had such a condition.
Anyway, this is a stunning poem.
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Very nice. That final line is
Very nice. That final line is fabulous. I'm not sure the Jonestown reference really works, though- can you maybe re-phrase, using your own words to describe conformity, as opposed to a popular saying?
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synaethesia is an interesting
synaethesia is an interesting condition and I guess the way some people listen to music is analogous. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder, it sounds rather wonderful. But would it prove a curse?
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Aw this was wonderful, really
Aw this was wonderful, really liked this, very effective, glittering and sad. Heart-breaking ruby wings on grainy bark, lovely
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Just brilliant Noo.
Just brilliant Noo.
Linda
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