is red the colour of art pain?
do artists tell you that art is "before thought?"
the mind falls in small trickles
the sliding affects your nerves
feels like red
trying to reach a beautiful thought

i want to be clearer than brittle things falling
i want to be clear enough to create
a line
and slide at my own will
in the slice of that line
my exacto knife in my heart
no not even my heart
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YOUR HEART IS A STRANGE LITTLE ORANGE READY TO BE PEALED
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Sometimes when the human soul is gaining greater strength, art also grows in power, for the two are inextricably connected and complementary. Conversely, at those times when the soul tends to be choked by materialist lack of belief, art becomes purposeless, and it is said that art exists for art's sake alone. The relation between art and the soul, as it were, doped into the unconsciousness. The artist and the public drift apart, until at last the public turns its back, or regards the artist as a juggler whose skill and dexterity alone are worthy of applause. It is important for the artist to gauge his position correctly, to realize that he has a duty to his art and to himself, that he is not a king but a servant of a noble end. He must search his soul deeply, develop it and guard it, so that his art may have something on which to rest and does not remain flesh without bones. (kandinsky)

objects have lost their colours
their shadows have the colour
it is in something unknown
the sky inhabits the unknown
what happiness-
to have infallible intuition
and to know how to behave
like a proper lady.
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