Color Bursts
So I’m off to explore this week – another exploration of concrete and ideas, metal strings vibrating their excited energy into a melody, while chemicals and phenolics entertain my heart via my taste-buds. My rods and cones transmitting information that technically is light moving at differing frequencies which appear to a human eye like a thousand shades of blue and gold and red but somehow are interpreted as pure beauty and thereby pure white joy in the center of my brain. Pure joy that cuts like a knife through the daily bullshit and ennui and the grayscale moments which are inherent in life and unavoidable but which I try to limit as much as possible. A little cultural burst to fill my daydreams with new images of a different place, to fill them with ideas that once were solely contained in the gray matter of another humans head but explained through a medium, whether it be a ukulele, glass of wine or carven bit of compressed minerals will create new pathways and new synapses in my brain as it receives new information and new thoughts. I want nerves to fire in my brain that have never fired before, for the tickle spots between my ears to experience that lovely joy that they feel when something unknown stimulates my body in some way, and I want to hold onto that experience like nuggets of gold forgotten on the clean, sterile marble of a museum floor.
July 30th, 2008 at 4:24 pm
I think you were channeling Kerouac up there.
July 30th, 2008 at 4:29 pm
Are you being serious or like, making fun? Because that’s an even bigger complement than when you said I looked like an X-Men with the new pink streaks in my hair.