the light becomes richer
“‘Look how the light becomes richer, second by second, and bloom and ripeness lie everywhere; and our eyes, as they range round this room with all its tables, seem to push through curtains of colour, red, orange, umber and queer ambiguous tints, which yield like veils and close behind them, and one thing melts into another.’”
–Virginia Woolf, The Waves, 1931.
The afternoon sun
“The afternoon sun warmed the fields, poured blue into the shadows and reddened the corn.”
—Virginia Woolf, The Waves, 1931.
a toast
“So here’s to the golden moon
And here’s to the silver sea
But most of all a toast to you and me”
—Don Ho, Tiny Bubbles, 1967.
Butterfly powder
“‘When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook—a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases. Under B shall come “Butterfly powder.” If, in my novel, I describe the sun on my window-sill, I shall look under B and find butterfly powder. That will be useful.’”
—Virginia Woolf, The Waves, 1931.
My eyes are hard
“‘My eyes are hard. Jinny’s eyes break into a thousand lights. Rhoda’s are like those pale flowers to which moths come in the evening. Yours grow full and brim and never break.’”
—Virginia Woolf, The Waves, 1931.
white words
“‘Those are white words,’ said Susan, ‘like stones one picks up by the seashore.’”
—Virginia Woolf, The Waves, 1931.
Orange juice
Orange juice is actually yellow. Discuss.
Tipping
Tipping ain’t no city in China, denial is not just a river in Egypt, hedging does not always involve bushes, and projection can occur outside of a movie theater.
Starr Glazer
Starr Glazer jumps her Simple Seven off the road, a difficult skip at night, and then pedals up to the top of the levee. The path is smooth here, lit by a sky streaked with orange clouds, reflecting the myriad light of the chemical plants across the river. She looks to her left and takes in the view. From this distance, at night, the massive zig-zagging assemblages, dotted with silver and gold lights, look like cosmic tinker-toys, and like spiralling chromosomes as they glitter across the shifting black water.
She rounds the bend to the right, and glides toward a steaming pot of Green Dragon, the best white tea at The Beige Fez, West Baton Rouge’s finest tiki-bar.
Paul Dean’s Stereobook
I am pretending to be famous enough to call this booklet “Paul Dean’s Stereobook.” Hah! . . . I just finished photoshopping the front cover and a few spreads from this, the second edition of Stereobook, and thought I’d post them for you. The publisher, The Barefoot Press of Raleigh NC, recently sent me two cases of this vintage chestnut, and so it will soon be available online for purchase at hexachromatic.com. Not IMMEDIATELY, not right now, not QUITE yet . . . but soon.