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Night and Day
Moon and Sun
feminine Masculine
Active Passive
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January
cold start cold feet snow new beginnings new starts almost spring
calm before the storm
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Black
shadow night space darkness almost navy a deepest blue void a hole a cave the unknown black hole
hides from the light
night time
devils disguise
black cherry black treacle black tea sorcery potion
black moon new moon wolf
jaguar
coal soot caves mines
black diamond
black lets light shine brighter
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Silver and Gold
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‘Sitting down to the table, I glanced at the girl, who was handing me a glass of tea, and I felt all at once as though a wind were blowing over my soul and blowing away all the impressions of the day with their dust and dreariness. I saw the bewitching features of the most beautiful face I have ever met in real life or in my dreams. Before me stood a beauty, and I recognised that at the first glance as I should have recognised lightning.
I am ready to swear that Masha- or, as her father called her, Mashya- was a real beauty, but I don’t know how to prove it. It sometimes happens that clouds are huddled together in disorder on the horizon, and the sun hiding behind them colours them and the sky with hints of every possible shade - crimson, orange, gold, lilac, muddy pink; one cloud is like a monk, another like a fish and a third like a Turk in a turban. The glow of sunset enveloping a third of the sky gleams on the cross on the church, flashes on the windows of the Manor House, is reflected in the river and the puddles, quivers on the trees; far, far away against the background of the sunset, a flock of wild ducks is flying homewards…. And the boy herding the cows, and the surveyor driving in his driving in his chaise over the dam, and the gentleman out for a walk, all gaze at the sunset, and every one of them thinks it terribly beautiful, but no one knows or can say in what its beauty lies.’
Anton Chekhov, The Beauties, I
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Mauve 01
dusty dusky mauve / mauve translates from French to Mallow flower; the pink purple blossoms it is named after / dusty dusky twilight shade smoulders in cosy humid summer’s eves haze
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June - Summer - 2023
The fourth of June’s Strawberry full moon lights the beginning of summer that rises in June’s bloom
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‘White as a lily moulded of Earth's milk That eve the moon bloomed in a hyacinth sky; Soft in the gleaming glens the wind went by, Faint as a phantom clothed in unseen silk: Bright as a naiad's leap, from shine to shade The runnel twinkled through the shaken brier; Above the hills one long cloud, pulsed with fire, Flashed like a great enchantment-welded blade. And when the western sky seemed some weird land, And night a witching spell at whose command One sloping star fell green from heav'n; and deep The warm rose opened for the moth to sleep; Then she, consenting, laid her hands in his, And lifted up her lips for their first kiss.
II. There where they part, the porch's steps are strewn With wind-blown petals of the purple vine; Athwart the porch the shadow of a pine Cleaves the white moonlight; and like some calm rune Heaven says to Earth, shines the majestic moon; And now a meteor draws a lilac line Across the welkin, as if God would sign The perfect poem of this night of June. The wood-wind stirs the flowering chestnut-tree, Whose curving blossoms strew the glimmering grass Like crescents that wind-wrinkled waters glass; And, like a moonstone in a frill of flame, The dewdropp trembles on the peony, As in a lover's heart his sweetheart's name.’
Madison Julius Cawein, A Night In June
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‘The silvery tears of April? Youth of May? Or June that breathes out life for butterflies?’
John Keats, To The Ladies Who Saw Me Crowned
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Turquoise 01
Turquoise Aqua / Fresh Aqua / A paler baby hue sits between its two parents, green and blue / colour of the seas ocean, its a holiday, of pacific emotion / refresh with Hawaiian Cyan, a hydration of rejuvenation / for aqua translated, becomes something translucent / purest water possessing a cleansing aura opposing any stormy colour / for over here it’s paradise and I’m in nirvana / lapping around island of Ibiza, enter this tranquil Bohemia / where women wear this peace-filled gem for a love-life trend / sip on still oasis, dip submerged body into eden / laid back, a feeling as light as floating / fresh nature green a-washed with blues serene in this watery scene / in reality and on your tv screen / blow a minty bubble gum colour, like a breath of fresh air, breathe new life into here / for everyone’s choice is always, the ever popular, turquoise
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‘First Man and First Woman also summoned the other three Holy People, Water Sprinkler, House God, and Talking God. Together, they told Turquoise Boy and White Shell Girl that they were creating the sun and the moon. They asked Turquoise Boy if he would become the sun, and they asked White Shell Girl if she would become the moon.’
Joel Gladd, 3. Navajo Diné Bahane, Anthology of Earlier American Literature : College of Western Idaho
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‘In this way, Turquoise Boy became the sun, Jóhonaaʼéí, The One Who Rules the Day. And White Shell Girl became the moon, Tłʼéhonaaʼéí, The One Who Rules the Night. Níłchʼi Haʼaʼaahdę́ęʼgo, the East Wind, asked to carry the newly formed sun to his land so that it could begin its journey there.’
Joel Gladd, 3. Navajo Diné Bahane, Anthology of Earlier American Literature : College of Western Idaho
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‘Polaroid blues are amongst the most gorgeous blues I know, like those obscene Polaroid blues of fashion / art photographers Helmet Newton and Guy Bourdin. Land explains why my blood looks blue and gave us the gift of the Polaroid with its stunning cyans.’
Carol Mavor, Introduction, Blue Mythologies, Reflections on a Colour
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‘Passion flowers and clinging ‘wild convolvulus blossoms’ entwine her figure in this Arabian nights bower so as to enhance the passion we feel for her and her emerald green, blue-turquoise rimmed robe.’
Carol Mavor, Introduction, Blue Mythologies, Reflections on a Colour
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May - Spring - 2023
Kylie Cindy May
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‘Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss, Known by the knoll, Next to the robin In every human soul. Bold little beauty, Bedecked with thee, Nature forswears Antiquity’
Emily Dickinson, May-Flower
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Palest Yellow 01
Palest Yellow / Chamomile Honey / Yellow Honey Bee / Palest yellow emits a slight light glow / see it hidden amongst a spring summer garden in its shades of Chamomile Primrose / attracting the flutter of a small Brimstone / a shade so slight a Clouded Yellow lifts in flight / awaken Cabbage White in a shimmer at the dawn of day, with a morning sun-dust of palest light rays / dazzling hues of rosy gold glittering in blonde curls / see it sparkle on sunny beach or its grains of sand so minuscule / a faded summer colour, paired back to something so little / like luke-warm childhood memories, sweet, fading, small, the taste of buttermilk custard or runny honey enjoyed by us all
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‘and evenings steep’d in honeyed indolence’
Anne Carson, The Beauty of the Husband, John Keats, Ode on Indolence
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'Like honey is the sleep of the just.'
Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
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IX. BUT WHAT WORD WAS IT
‘There he was one day (new town) in a hayfield outside my school standing
under a black umbrella
in a raw picking wind .
I never asked
how he got there a distance of maybe 300 mile.
To ask
would break some rule.
Have you ever read the Homeric Hymn to Demeter?
remember how Hades rides out in the daylight
on his immortal horses swathed in pandemonium.
Takes the girl down to a cold room below
while her mother walks the world and damages every living thing.
Homer tells it as a story of the crime against the mother.
For a daughter’s crime is to accept Hades’ rules
which she knows she can never explain
and so breezing in she says
to Demeter:
“Mother here is the whole story.
Slyly he placed
in my hands a pomegranate seed sweet as honey.’
Anne Carson, The Beauty of the Husband
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'A light flowered yellow in the blue dusk'
Anna Kavan, Ice
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