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Dec. 16th, 2004 08:55 pmMy first Lit mag meeting today. We were suppose to write a poem about these pretty pictures. One was a black and white of a pier thing. I had one of them raw poetries in my throat. Not about the pier, but on the shades of grey.
Today I met a boy who was colorblind. Well, I say met, but I already knew him; I just didn't know he was colorblind. He left school early to get a check up thing to be sure he could have this surgery. If it all works out, he will be able to undergo the laser and see color. How amazing must it be to finally see color! He told me that he supposedly sees all grey, so he can tell red from yellow, say, but he can't tell read from purple. To have never seen colors.... the sheer life and vividness... the infinite, stretching on for eternity, forever. As Unity put it, How can one begin to describe the blueness of blue. And to never have seen it! And then suddenly you can! Like Ax and taste! Sensory explosion! I almost cry (and I actually don't cry much) thinking about the sheer enormity of it. Oh how it must hurt to be a Yeerk. To be only able to access the senses through the sufferings of another. I experience the sudden sharpness every time I get stronger glasses. It always goes up by a hundred at least. The definition the EDGE of a thing! Amazing. Beautiful! People don't think about this much, I think.
Anyway, looking at that grey picture, I think I choked up. I couldn't even _begin_ to describe all the things that were racing through me. How Jop can write so quickly and express it so well is currently beyond me. Actually it isn't. But all my poetry comes out angsty and I don't think it helps me in any way, so I try to avoid it. Because of this I can no longer write. I cannot write or draw. I can only dream. What good is that if I cannot give this poetry gift to another?
I love colors. ♥
Today I met a boy who was colorblind. Well, I say met, but I already knew him; I just didn't know he was colorblind. He left school early to get a check up thing to be sure he could have this surgery. If it all works out, he will be able to undergo the laser and see color. How amazing must it be to finally see color! He told me that he supposedly sees all grey, so he can tell red from yellow, say, but he can't tell read from purple. To have never seen colors.... the sheer life and vividness... the infinite, stretching on for eternity, forever. As Unity put it, How can one begin to describe the blueness of blue. And to never have seen it! And then suddenly you can! Like Ax and taste! Sensory explosion! I almost cry (and I actually don't cry much) thinking about the sheer enormity of it. Oh how it must hurt to be a Yeerk. To be only able to access the senses through the sufferings of another. I experience the sudden sharpness every time I get stronger glasses. It always goes up by a hundred at least. The definition the EDGE of a thing! Amazing. Beautiful! People don't think about this much, I think.
Anyway, looking at that grey picture, I think I choked up. I couldn't even _begin_ to describe all the things that were racing through me. How Jop can write so quickly and express it so well is currently beyond me. Actually it isn't. But all my poetry comes out angsty and I don't think it helps me in any way, so I try to avoid it. Because of this I can no longer write. I cannot write or draw. I can only dream. What good is that if I cannot give this poetry gift to another?
I love colors. ♥
