Today I want to say a few words about colors.
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Red is the most human color: the color of violence, the color of passion, love & blood. Red more than any other color connects us with the animal kingdom. Primal motivators are bathed in red.
Gray may not be the most pleasant color to look at but it is the most honest. It's the dreary, the mundane. It's the morally complex between here and there. When you can't pin something down it fades into gray.
Black is the evil that lurks in the hearts of man. It's death, madness & creativity. Black is cosmic beyond the reach of human understanding. It's the end of things silent and forever.
Green is the color of plants and nature, the most primal life force on earth and elsewhere perhaps. Simple, essential. It's no coincidence that man made money green in imitation.
Blue is tranquility: the ocean & the sky. Blue is the sensual side of melancholy. And melancholy is the most sublime thing when you can dangle it in front of you, inspect it; feel it profoundly, half-numb and not as an object of terror.
I write, my audience sees red.
It's black inside my head
And the world beyond is gray.
Some lay in fields of golden hay
Live until you die. There's a truth in every lie.
The bluest hue, more so than the sky
i don't know whether to raise my head and fly
tuck it in and dive
or release my soul to cry
Red, in love
you've bled you're dead
the pinnacle of ecstasy &
the hunted torn to shreds
Green the verdant apple bite
My life, no strife, my wife: the natural
The green things don't think things
You fill thoughts, wishes, interpretation & dreams
consume in the vacuum
Grey, you've got me in the mucky muck
You might be wrong. I could be right.
I saw that stranger's shadow on a cloudy night
I thought I recognized you on sight
But you were too grey
Finally black my eternal friend
Black, oh black you've drove me mad
Every time I see the light you've crushed my dreams
Only starlight shines through you, shimmering
There must be more than eternal suffering
And then it ends.
And then it ends.
Everything is NOT fine if that's alright with me.
Good creative writing is like dancing & sex. It's always better when you're going with the flow, open-minded & free of self-criticism. If you remain fearless enough to approach these activities with a freedom from inhibition, the coordination & grace will come (no pun intended)with repetition.
You can get lost in some pretty dark woods if you think about all the myriad ways your work can receive criticism. It takes courage to step out on your own into the darkness, with only your own light to shine the way. It's also important to keep in mind that all opinions are ultimately subjective. If you're innovating the way you should be, the in-the-box thinkers (who are the majority by the way) will not "get it" until some cultural arbiter tells them they "should" like it. Be unafraid to stay in the avant-garde, or ahead of the curve. As Teddy Roosevelt once said in the magnificent "Man in the Arena" section of his famous Citizenship in a Republic speech, he who attempts great achievements will at the worst, "...fail while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Strike out on your own creators. Don't be afraid to branch out from The Herd.