black pajaro cielo de noche la oscuridad quebrada solo por las estrellas (like diamonds against the jeweler's velvet purse) esperando ( waiting/hoping) i'll light my candles and burn my incense enamorado esperando que me oigan los espiritus aqui en mi cancion de amor y soledad come back look close find me waiting 010130 ... silentbob the night, the shadows, the places that light can't get to. the parts of our lives we'd rather not talk about. the color of sound. 010131 ... god i'll be back when the sun turns black 010131 ... silentbob the oil inside me, the hot greasy coffee, the voodoo pin pricks in my back the ashen piles you can't get rid of my whole world turned to black tattooed everything 010906 ... peyton Voices call, they call out my name, my name, my name. Well, they say I'm different. Well I'm not the same, same. You say you want to, ah, be like me. Well, boy let me tell ya, you don't know what I've seen. They say a devil lives in my soul. I promise not to let him take control. I'm mindin' my own business. I ain't doin' nothin' wrong. [repeat] Shadows follow so close behind me. I look in the mirror; I don't like what I see. Oh, God, can't you help me get outta here, here? I feel like I'm livin' deep in hell. I'm mindin' my own business. I ain't doin' nothin' wrong. [repeat] I said that, I.. I'm mindin', I'm mindin' my own, own I ain't doin' nothin' wrong. [repeat] Nothing wrong. 020701 ... black i always said it was more than just a fucking color 020701 ... pilgrim Not nessessarilly the Absence of Light... Just the Absence of Reflectors. Hence the Lucifer The bearer of Light Is a Nessessary Component In the Grand Scheme of Things 020702 ... no reason as holes within a memory 020703 ... psychobabe Black is everything pull me right out of reality the emptiness thats me black is everything Pull me out of my misery do what you want to me erase the space erase the memory missingtime what i will never know will never hurt me can not forget can not remember this information is forever missing time black is everything i've got the ulser right in front of me missing time- 020730 ... pearl jam i'll take a walk outside, i'm surrounded by some kids at play 020730 ... belly fire out 030819 ... x it was worse than prom night, strolling up to the door, followed by silent and judging eyes... people practicing indifferent stares, pretending that vinyl is just as comfortable as cotton- i got to the doorman [rememberingpanicaack] i had forgotten my ID (relief!) ...dissapointment on my date's face, a little sorry for that, but mainly relieved= no more stares, no more discomfort night ended before it began 030819 ... black black never goes away never. 040517 ... epitome of incomprehensibility It's a book: Black by George Elliott Clarke. I'd previously read his Execution Poems and was blown away by his use of language. I want to make love with his vocabulary! After I find the infinite passwords of the universe, and then everything will make sense. But yeah. An example from the poem "Language" on page 20: A "herring-choker" Negro with a breath of brine, I gabble a garrote argot, guttural, by rote, A wanton lingo, taunted and tainted by wine, A feinting langue haunted by each slave boat. My black, "Bluenose" brogue smacks lips and ears When I bite the bitter grapes of Creole verse - Or gripe and blab like a Protestant pope So rum-pungent Africa mutes perfumed Europe. What's with all the assonance and consonance and resonance? It's amazing and it reminds me of Eunoia by Christian Bök... but there, rhyming vowel sounds couldn't really be avoided, since Bök wrote each chapter limiting himself to one vowel, A in the first, E in the second, and so on. He's rather a pompous specimen of humanity but it's an impressive experiment. You'd think it's something in the air of Toronto. But, as you can infer from the excerpt, Clarke's black and he's from Nova Scotia. So even if the history doesn't get under my skin to the same extent it would for others, perhaps, it's an eye-opener. And this white Kebby-quasi, moi, can quasi-uniquely relate to Clarke's love/hate relationship with Ezra Pound, having done a whole MA project on the infuriating Ameristani. I was kind of cheering when I came to the poem "Au Tombeau de Pound (II)," for example: Listen: his lies hiss Mussolini's lines. But deaf Art declines His death in Venice (48). And I am not even done. A lot is done, by him, with black as the colour of ink. And black as the perfection of white. Their necessary relationship in writing, even though it could be just as well two contrasting colours, say brown and peach-tan. Or the sad red of conflict and the warm red of passion. Or flowers. You never know. 140107 ... e_o_i Has anyone else noticed that the blather preamble on the main pages, red and blue both, is black now instead of dark red or blue? 150118 ... flowerock Still blue and red for me... 150118 ... raze still blue and red for me too. though i'm curious what it looks like in black. 150118 ... n o m black, yep 150118 ... e_o_i I mean (on Firefox, at least) it's black for the non-linked parts and light red for the linked parts. Curious. 150119 ... raze now i'm seeing the black too. weird. 150120 ... raze funny how it has no effect on the rest of either blatherspace. it's as if a little bit of html just altered itself in the middle of the night or something. 150120 ... raze now i'm thinking this is purely a browser issue, and not a blather issue at all. i stopped using safari a little while back because it started running really slow for me for no apparent reason, and firefox had a new automatic update roll out a day or two ago, right when this black text business started. when running safari, the blather home pages look normal again. so it looks like it's firefox doing something wonky to the font. 150120 what's it to you? who go blather from