Colour my world

[Neville Briggs]

Have you noticed that our names appear colour coded on this forum.

The ordinary plebs are printed blue in the index. A sort of varicose vein blue or gorgonzola blue. Next to your posts, the plebs names are black, just like the colour of ants.

The moderators names appear green, you might say slime green or snot green.

But the administrator, now he's printed red, regal red, like the Cardinal or the Pope.

[william williams]

Now Neville Would that be flammin bloody right


bill williams

[Leonie]

Yep, I've noticed that. Did you know that everyone sees colours differently. To me the green is more a honey dew melon green. As for the red - BEWARE, WARNING.

Umhh, the blue and the black - sorry got nothing.

[Zondrae]

Morning Neville,

Are you trying to stir? I am not different by choice. It has something to do with the mystery of computers maybe. In any case I object to the connotations of slime or snot! I am not in any way slimy. I prefer Leonie's comparison. I would have chosen a light shade of purple, if I could choose my own colour.

[Heather]

Neville stir? Never!

What colour would you like to be Neville?

[Dave Smith]

Heather have you seen Neville’s hat he would be the
Big White Hunter.

TTFN

[william williams]

hey dave that's not nevilles hat it's his halo slipping

bw

[Neville Briggs]

Ah people, what interesting replies.

Never fear Zondrae, no connotation intended ( can't say that for the red one )

My preferred colour Heather, black printing on white on account of my geriatric eyesight.

We are all poets , we like to enhance people's view of the world by making images with metaphor, figurative speech and similes. See what can be done with just a little ordinary thing like print colours on page.

I have a copy of this wonderful DVD called Two Thirds Sky, it is an Australian film about artists depicting the desert country.
In it, the artist Peter Sharp goes out to Lake Mungo and on the vast salt flats he says that we tend to look out at the big picture and miss the things right at our feet. Then he squats down and does a drawing of a small rock and a dried bone, both found on the dry lake bed at his feet.
Later Peter Sharp goes back to his studio and creates two marvellous large paintings about the desert using just those small sketches of the rock and the bone.

You see what I mean. That's what I aim for ( hindered by my lack of ability I fear) to make some sort of meaningful poetry, not necessarily out of the " big picture " ; just from some small, almost unnoticed facet of what I can observe around me. Two of our friends, Stephen Whiteside and Will Moody are very good at it.

Thus endeth today's lesson.



Neville

[Neville Briggs]

Ah Dave, the big word hunter.

What halo, Bill

Yes Martyboy, how we suffer for our art

That's very good Leonie, see ....lateral thinking already.

[manfredvijars]

... my names in red because I'm 'special' ...
(and that was also the school I graduated from)