Fatting colors

Lesleigh Owen and I undertook the experiment of "fatting" colors - making them swirl, shiver, jiggle, as if they were fat bodies. A kind of inspired synesthesia. An experiment in movement and color naming and color stretching. 

Inner Evening, Autumn:  Fat Gold                      To The Memory of Celia Dropkin (1888-1956)

The sun wasn’t supposed to rise today.

They predicted rain and wind,

All the accompaniments of an autumn storm.

You know the kind,

Where the banshee blows over the roof

And water howls from wherever

You avoid the sky.

Instead the early morning flamed so red

It could have been a happy fat demon

With wand, smoker and spikes.

“Sailors take warn,” the saying goes.

Perhaps they did so

As the red slid into pink

With a tinge of blue at the edges

Then settled into a sun-culled lemon yellow.

It chose to drizzle.

Then at evening

Deep and serious red and gold

Erupted in a celestial coup d’etat

As if to inform above

That color was the new religion.

If this is the case,

Then you choose red purples and orange blues

For morality

And greenish shaded mauve

For ethics,

Perhaps the glorious fat swan

Over the barely visible

Crescent moon

For group identity.

At last light

In a particular spot

On Gardiner Street

The trees and lamps

Fall to the same

Softly faded

Corn dream.

So close to night

The hour comes

That it begs a new season’s time.

Call it inner autumn

The fattest glad gold

You’ve never imagined.

Frannie Zellman