Showing posts with label rainbow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rainbow. Show all posts

Sunday, August 30, 2020

Rainbow Matters: the Well Lit Time

 So it's morning or afternoon

and there's an invisible cone

lying prone, see, with you

at the narrow end and a curtain

of mist droplets at the wide

end. The sun's behind you,

working hard as usual, low

enough to tip the cone to

a 42 degree angle. Now


the droplets confer. They

get in prism formation so

the conical curvature in the mist

blushes variously red orange

yellow green blue indigo violet. 


At this crucial juncture,

the mist sings to the sun,

although you can't hear

the song. But you sure

can see it, yes you're in the right

place at the well lit time.


hans ostrom 2020

Saturday, December 7, 2013

"1970s Spasm"

Hey, man--hey, you net-box jumper
and rainbow-thumper.
I'm seeing
albums raining down without their
covers. I mean thousands
of black albums coming on in
like swarthy, thin UFOs. ("It
just means it's unidentified,
okay? You need to fucking
lay back, man.") And I see now
the complex map of my life
is being etched by a diamond
needle, digging into undulant
vinyl, shined on by blue
lava-light. Hey, play the
other side, play the other
side, hey play--oh, okay,
cool. (It's getting cold.)
Nice tuner! I need a beer.


hans ostrom 2013