Theory of colour 1808 Poem by Lars Erik Einar Gustavsson
Theory of colour 1808
It was a parking lot.
A completely ordinary parking lot.
But below the powerful lamps
the close green tree-tops caught the light
and the shadows on the asphalt
moved eagerly and dark-red
in the rhythm of the shadow colour.
So shadows are red?
Yes.
But a shadow is a nothing.
An absolutely nothing.
Translated by John Irons
Friday, December 9, 2016
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