The Elkhorns, across January Inversion

COLOR IN WINTER, across January Inversion (I.13.2009) [click photo for next . . . ] . . .
On the road in the American Northwest.




STATE OF THE UNION—
This is a small collection, or
what I think of as a little
concert
of compositions
or pieces, available at
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tracks . . .

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ON COLOR IN WINTER: Below is a little set of seven 37-step poems
which dances around the theme color, especially color in mountain winter.

In order for a variation form like this to really work, one
needs to do them in sets or sequences. Try reading them out-loud
to get a sense of how the rhythms and accents change in surprising
ways while still keeping to the basic 37-step pattern.

You might well be wondering, "Well, why 37 and not 50 or 100 or
17 steps (as in Haiku)?"
I can only say that it's the smallest form
I've been able to come up with that has a potential center,
a point around which the all the sounds of the little poems
turn. This particular sequence was written especially for
a musical piece I have in mind for Mezzo-soprano & OCTET.



COLOR IN WINTER

(i)

Red means life, as well
as death; it means against
a background of black: pay careful

attention.

Red is love, is sex.
Red means: You! Get ready for change!



(ii)

Blue is the color
of cool reason, of balance, of
contemplation. The temple of

peace has no

color, although some
say that blue may show us the way.



(iii)

Green is growth, not of
money, but of meaning, of leaves.
The shepherd's wife wears green in spring.

Flowers tend

away from true green,
but then, they don't last quite as long.



(iv)

Pink is the color
of nurturing hope, of the stars
reflected in a young girl's eyes,

of balloons

released atop a
snowy mountain, lighter than air.



(v)

Azure is the color
of the sagebrush steppe at sunsight.
O sky! Thin sphere of life above,

more mood than

color, more warning,
admonition, more prophecy!



(vi)

Fiery orange-red of
the fortissimo of Varèse,
the pianissimo violet

of Webern.

O movement of sound,
An arched rainbow bridging extremes.



(vii)

Snow is not white; it
is a thousand colors, none of
which have a name, save the

sugar white

of touristland; it—
is melting away as we speak.





II.12.2009,
Snow Wiki Camp,
Eagle Cap Wilderness,



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S-curve,
Winter
Track
Above
the
Clouds
Evening
Textures
Cornucopia
Group,
evening light





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