Monday, March 11, 2013

Hue. What is a truly ekphrastic poetry about hue?

Is this another way to say, "And if the eggplant weren't purple?" Of course, that invites the retort, "And what of the albino aubergine?"

Hue is intrinsic to a poem. A poem is intrinsically taste & color and the sound of each. And all.


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  1. Susan E. GangelMarch 12, 2013 at 9:07 AM

    (Hypotheticals continued)

    A plan was devised to investigate the situation
    all knowledge gathered each sunrise for a week
    the merchant asked the workers to gather their data
    and report to him what they knew

    meanwhile the daughter and her companion
    were dispatched to the embassy and the factory
    to find what they could in the physical spaces
    they too would report their findings to the merchant

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