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
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When Homer mentions blood, blood is black
2
Cowards’ livers are white
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or killings being cream black
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or a river being root silver
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uprail broke silver shut up through his roots like a pup
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yellow small alive animal
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his father was a gold cutting tool
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confided are his projects pink
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Like honey is the sleep of the just
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each one blue enough to begin a world of its own
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with a big silver pin
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rhinestoning her way to the door
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Outside the dark pink air
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with a fluorescent cover
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New moon floating white as a rib at the edge of the sky
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Something black and heavy dropped between them like the smell of velvet
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Black central stalled night
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Black mantle of silence stretches between them
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to brilliant yellow and completely fluid (above 1, 950 degrees centigrade)
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Now we are inserting the sap of the queen of the night, you will feel a pinch then a black flow
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and the rain of incandescent bombs tossed into the air and rolling down its slopes
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Herakles lies like a piece of torn silk in the heat of the blue saying,
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I am a drop of gold he would say
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and press out ochre-coloured drops that sizzled when they hit the plate
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Geryon’s heart and lungs were a black crust
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If it is dark and blocky that means very little silica in the composition (so the Encyclopedia Britannica)
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down the stairs with a pink slip for one of the documents
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A yellowing 5 x 7 index card
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big yellow bird really huge you know
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Yellow? Said Geryon and he was thinking Yellow! Yellow!
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Even in dreams he doesn’t know me at all! Yellow!
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There were neon tracks in the ceiling which extinguished themselves
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South America glowed like an avocado
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e.g. a pearl in a mussel
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staring at the vast black and silver nonworld moving
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staring at the vast black and silver nonworld moving
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the silver light of stars came crashing at the window screen
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A paste of blue cloud untangled itself on the red sky over the harbour
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The yellowbeard had already taken hold of the chair
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In the midst of his yellow beard was a pink mouth small as a nipple. No.
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The gas-white winter came down like a gag on Buenos Aires
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A long piece of brown paper nailed to the wall had a list of names in pencil and pen
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It was the hour when snow goes blue
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The pimento stung his mouth like sudden sunset
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hand over hand like a little gold animal in the morning sun
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The bologna looked purple
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Overhead the kitchen light shone sulfurous
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It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall
The dark threw its patches down upon me also
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Oh! The stale taste of black leather filled his nose and lips
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on him was a gold tongue. Magma rising
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like big gold foxes
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Harrods of London said the brass letters over the door
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In a numb gray twilight salesgirls floated like the survivors of a wreck
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Their long white gouges tracing
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A soiled white Saturday morning in Lima
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by a scarred highland inlaid with mother-of-pearl
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under the dull red winter stars of Lima
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Purple green orange blue yellow it’s like an explosion and there’s one motherfucker who’s completely gold
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Purple green orange blue yellow it’s like an explosion and there’s one motherfucker who’s completely gold
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Purple green orange blue yellow it’s like an explosion and there’s one motherfucker who’s completely gold
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Purple green orange blue yellow it’s like an explosion and there’s one motherfucker who’s completely gold
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Purple green orange blue yellow it’s like an explosion and there’s one motherfucker who’s completely gold
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Purple green orange blue yellow it’s like an explosion and there’s one motherfucker who’s completely gold
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Saturday went whitely on
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He dreamed of thorns. A forest of blackish-brown thorn trees.
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Sheer green walls of sugarcane
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He could see the thorns with their black stains
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bowl of gold where the last moments of sunset were exploding
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and blackness snuffed out all
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and a black fedora. Men wearing dusty black suits and fedoras stand about in knots for discussion
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It’s like the difference between Jello and Yellow
72
Two perfect white teeth project
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It is a photograph of a man’s naked back, long and bluish
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Thorns all around him black and glistening
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In the cold air and swung low over the ground shedding feathery gold stuff
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daubing at the bright purple mark on Geryon’s right cheekbone
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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
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