This one was making adjectives is an alternative chromographic rewrite of Autobiography of Red. This time instead of focusing on the red parts of the story, the red parts have been redacted. Each page represents a colour in the source text, and the margins of the page it appears on.

Can a story be red and should it be is an investigation into the visual representation of a text in a single colour, whereas this work explores multiplicity. Stesichoros unbound words from their metaphors and words began to scintillate.

CONTENTS

 

 

Poseidon always has the blue eyebrows of Poseidon

1

 

When Homer mentions blood, blood is black

2

 

Cowards’ livers are white

3

 

or killings being cream black

4

 

or a river being root silver

5

 

uprail broke silver shut up through his roots like a pup

6

 

yellow small alive animal

7

 

his father was a gold cutting tool

8

 

confided are his projects pink

9

 

Like honey is the sleep of the just

10

 

each one blue enough to begin a world of its own

11

 

with a big silver pin

12

 

rhinestoning her way to the door

13

 

Outside the dark pink air

14

 

with a fluorescent cover

15

 

New moon floating white as a rib at the edge of the sky

16

 

Something black and heavy dropped between them like the smell of velvet

17

 

Black central stalled night

18

 

Black mantle of silence stretches between them

19

 

to brilliant yellow and completely fluid (above 1, 950 degrees centigrade)

20

 

Now we are inserting the sap of the queen of the night, you will feel a pinch then a black flow

21

 

and the rain of incandescent bombs tossed into the air and rolling down its slopes

22

 

Herakles lies like a piece of torn silk in the heat of the blue saying,

23

 

I am a drop of gold he would say

24

 

and press out ochre-coloured drops that sizzled when they hit the plate

25

 

Geryon’s heart and lungs were a black crust

26

 

If it is dark and blocky that means very little silica in the composition (so the Encyclopedia Britannica)

27

 

down the stairs with a pink slip for one of the documents

28

 

A yellowing 5 x 7 index card

29

 

big yellow bird really huge you know

30

 

Yellow? Said Geryon and he was thinking Yellow! Yellow!

31

 

Even in dreams he doesn’t know me at all! Yellow!

32

 

There were neon tracks in the ceiling which extinguished themselves

33

 

South America glowed like an avocado

34

 

e.g. a pearl in a mussel

35

 

staring at the vast black and silver nonworld moving

36

 

staring at the vast black and silver nonworld moving

37

 

the silver light of stars came crashing at the window screen

38

 

A paste of blue cloud untangled itself on the red sky over the harbour

39

 

The yellowbeard had already taken hold of the chair

40

 

In the midst of his yellow beard was a pink mouth small as a nipple. No.

41

 

The gas-white winter came down like a gag on Buenos Aires

42

 

A long piece of brown paper nailed to the wall had a list of names in pencil and pen

43

 

It was the hour when snow goes blue

44

 

The pimento stung his mouth like sudden sunset

45

 

hand over hand like a little gold animal in the morning sun

46

 

The bologna looked purple

47

 

Overhead the kitchen light shone sulfurous

48

 

It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall

The dark threw its patches down upon me also

49

Oh! The stale taste of black leather filled his nose and lips

50

 

on him was a gold tongue. Magma rising

51

 

like big gold foxes

52

 

Harrods of London said the brass letters over the door

53

 

In a numb gray twilight salesgirls floated like the survivors of a wreck

54

 

Their long white gouges tracing

55

 

A soiled white Saturday morning in Lima

56

 

by a scarred highland inlaid with mother-of-pearl

57

 

under the dull red winter stars of Lima

58

 

Purple green orange blue yellow it’s like an explosion and there’s one motherfucker who’s completely gold

59

 

Purple green orange blue yellow it’s like an explosion and there’s one motherfucker who’s completely gold

60

 

Purple green orange blue yellow it’s like an explosion and there’s one motherfucker who’s completely gold

61

 

Purple green orange blue yellow it’s like an explosion and there’s one motherfucker who’s completely gold

62

 

Purple green orange blue yellow it’s like an explosion and there’s one motherfucker who’s completely gold

63

 

Purple green orange blue yellow it’s like an explosion and there’s one motherfucker who’s completely gold

64

 

Saturday went whitely on

65

 

He dreamed of thorns. A forest of blackish-brown thorn trees.

66

 

Sheer green walls of sugarcane

67

 

He could see the thorns with their black stains

68

 

bowl of gold where the last moments of sunset were exploding

69

 

and blackness snuffed out all

70

 

and a black fedora. Men wearing dusty black suits and fedoras stand about in knots for discussion

71

 

It’s like the difference between Jello and Yellow

72

 

Two perfect white teeth project

73

 

It is a photograph of a man’s naked back, long and bluish

74

 

Thorns all around him black and glistening

75

 

In the cold air and swung low over the ground shedding feathery gold stuff

76

 

daubing at the bright purple mark on Geryon’s right cheekbone

77

 

A silence tossed itself across the tall gold heads of the fennel stalks between them

78

Herakles is white – it is the face of an old man

79

 

why not be a black speck racing its way toward the crater of Icchantikas on icy possibilities

80

© 2019 by IOANA DRAGOMIR.

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