The Astonishing Blue Of Mountain Sky

“Adam’s eyes are a clear blue, the astonishing blue of mountain sky, which has a habit of dripping into the pupils of Kashmiri men. . . .”

—Salman Rushdie, Midnight’s Children, 1981. (p. 14)

a comma, a word, a sentence, a paragraph, a chapter

“By the time the rains came at the end of June, the foetus was fully formed inside her womb. . . . What had been (at the beginning) no bigger than a full stop had expanded into a comma, a word, a sentence, a paragraph, a chapter; now it was bursting into more complex developments, becoming, one might say, a book—perhaps an encyclopedia—even a whole language . . .”

—Salman Rushdie, Midnight’s Children, 1981. (p. 100)

Ted Lewis & His Band

Dip Your Brush in the Sunshine

“Life is a Canvas on which we all paint

Whatever picture we may.
Rich man and poor man, the devil, the saint,
All are painting pictures every day. 
Some paint in colors of wonderful hue,
While others use colors of strife.
Every word, every thought, everything that we do,
goes down on our canvas of life.
So—dip your brush in the sunshine
And keep on painting away
Make love a duty,
And you will find beauty,
Wherever your eyes may stray.
Life will seem worthwhile living,
And skies will never be grey.
So dip your brush in the sunshine,
And keep on painting away!”
—J.C. Johnson and Andy Razaf, “Dip Your Brush in the Sunshine”, 1928.

Raspberry Beret

Autumn Leaves

Chet Baker

National Punctuation Day

September 24th was National Punctuation Day. Who knew? And what . . . no interrobang‽

Line and colour

“Strictly speaking there is neither line nor colour in nature. It is man that creates line and colour. They are twin abstractions which derive their equal status from their common origin. . . .
     Line and colour both of them have the power to set one thinking and dreaming, the pleasures which spring from them are of different natures, but of a perfect equality and absolutely independent of the subject of the picture.”

—Charles Baudelaire, ‘The LIfe and Word of Eugene Delacroix’, The Painter of Modern Life and Other Essays, translated by Jonathan Mayne, 1964.

the phosphorescence of decay

“Edgar Poe loves to set his figures in action against greenish or purplish backgrounds, in which we can glimpse the phosphorescence of decay and sniff the coming storm. . . . Space is extended by opium, which also adds a magical accent to every tint, a more meaningful resonance to every sound. Sometimes magnificent vistas, flooded with colour and light, open out suddenly in the midst of his landscapes, in whose depths loom Oriental cities and fantastic edifices, vaporized by the distance over which the sun pours its showers of golden rain.”

—Charles Baudelaire, ‘Edgar Allan Poe: His Life and Works’, The Painter of Modern Life and Other Essays, translated by Jonathan Mayne, 1964.

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