“Hell is beautiful this time of year.”
Radioactive Springtime. So why the French title? Because it wasn’t pretentious, like Latin. Beaucoup mieux, n’est-ce pas? So since we’re being definitely NOT pretentious, here’s a little “MOD!” color poetry to explain this painting.
(Snaps!)
Pinking beige abruptly. Beige blocks pink, it’s what it does.
Beige loves brotherly brown, a shared fatherly mother.
Viridian oblivion why do you stand alone?
Chartreuse jigs while others jag as jagging jags just aint its bag .
Ecru morphs midas, explodes into gold.
Gold tickles teal in its race to the top
To find blue building with blue building blocks.
Blue blocks butress pink beware white the buffer
But when the heart disintegrates, they all like one another.
(Snaps!)
Okay, I’m no Ken Nordine, but let’s give a huge shout-out to him (he’s no longer with us) because he was quite influential in my younger days. His “Colors” work was some of the most interesting stuff I had ever heard. I was totally mesmerized listening to his late night radio voice word jazzing about “flesh” and “turquoise”, personifying “azure”, spewing on the trials and tribulations of “puce”. Puce? Who in the hell refers to THAT color? Heliotrope? Is “mud” even considered a color? I thought “russet” was a potato. Never heard of “cerise” until this entertaining work of Ken’s.
He’s worth the listen.
“Stupidity pays, especially these days .”
Ken Nordine, “colors“
