She unfolded the sheet of paper faded to azure once on the train.
(Jack Cox, Dodge Rose)
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the letter from Max
18 Thursday Oct 2018
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wide plots
17 Wednesday Oct 2018
Posted in green
paper in which novels like Dodge Rose don’t come into one’s life
16 Tuesday Oct 2018
Posted in Uncategorized, brown
I showed it to my assistant editor of the time and he agreed: novels like Dodge Rose don’t come into one’s life in brown paper, humble, untrumpeted.
(Jeremy M. Davies, ‘Jack Cox’s Dodge Rose’)
the shimmering Beskydy Mountains
08 Monday Oct 2018
Posted in green
He was born in 1856 in Freiberg, Moravia (now Pribor, Czech Republic), a 13-century market town on a hill above the Lubina River and surrounded by lush meadows and the green, shimmering Beskydy Mountains.
(Janine Burke, ‛Freud’s Vienna’, Sydney Morning Herald, 7 Jan. 2006)
un filament
05 Friday Oct 2018
Posted in rose
Et Monelle me tendit une férule creusée où brûlait un filament rose.
(Marcel Schwob, Le livre de Monelle)
the cheek of a healthy person, that of one who has not bothered to cultivate health
22 Saturday Sep 2018
Posted in rouge
That example implies, too, that it would be totally mistaken to pry the pleasure apart from the activity and seek it on its own: for it would then not be the bloom on the cheek of a healthy person, it would be the rouge on the cheek of a person who has not bothered to cultivate health.
(Martha Nussbaum, ‘Who is the happy warrior? Philosophy poses questions to psychology’)
Le long et large manteau de Peter Murphy
17 Monday Sep 2018
Posted in noir
Peter Murphy est un Schiele gothique – expressionniste, romantique, théâtral, magnifique avec son long et large manteau noir, son regard entouré de khôl, son visage blême, les joues creusées, sans couleurs.
(La félinité, « Bauhaus, l’élégance de la new-wave »)
demi-pointes
13 Thursday Sep 2018
Ils sont de couleur rose, noire ou blanche pour la danse classique, noire pour le modern jazz mais le port de chaussons en modern jazz n’est pas obligatoire.
(‘Demi-pointes’, Wikipédia)
Brush’s eyes, Hush’s
06 Monday Aug 2018
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Once there were two color kittens with green eyes, Brush and Hush.
(Margaret Wise Brown, The Color Kittens)
the walls of the Incarnation Convent
06 Monday Aug 2018
From THE WHITE GARDEN (1995)
When I saw that Robin Cadwallader had recently published a novel titled ‘The Book of Colours’, I went back to my novel ‘The White Garden’ in which there is a long section called ‘The Book of Colours’. This one of mine is narrated by St Teresa of Avila. She is reflecting on moments in her life, taking as her prompt her memories of different colours.
Here is her piece on ‘The Cinnamon Walls of the Incarnation Convent’:
“I crossed the humped bridge over the little stream, and soon I saw the elms, their bare branches black amongst the snow, etched against the cinnamon walls of the Incarnation. I paused, small, and I drew in my breath. The crisp air entered my throat and lungs, and I felt an intense pain. Summoning all my resolve, I crossed the vestibule where the floor was cobbled and the…
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