How I composed Color of Boogie
Most of my free verse poetry I write off the cuff. I might have scribbled a verse on some random scrap of paper but most thoughts bleed through the vapor. Yet when ever I rhyme, my capers of verse require strategy and planning.
Takes effort to write bad poetry, and even more to make bad poetry rhyme with no evident scheme.
So like the majority of my writing I preplan. Paper is a poet's best friend.
At many concerts we attended over the years we often joke (sometimes serious) about seeing color come from the speakers....Explains much of the ringing and selective hearing....
So as I rushed the kids out the door this morning, an idea around color, the theme for the CLMOOC Poetry port on 2020-02-07 hit me hard, I knew I had to bring it back to circus. So I dashed an idea
Then as I commuted for an hour I kept coming back to the idea of the colors in a nebula. That is music to me. Both the graveyard and nursery of stars, and the colors, God's water paintings.....Plus I do wonder if I wanted a subconcious h/t to Dark Star....I mean lyrics don't get much better
Dark star crashes, pouring its light into ashes
Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis
Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion
Shall we go, you and I while we can
Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds?
Truth doesn't get much clearer.
So I decided to try to meld in three things: color, music, and nebula. Thus I made a three column chart to capture words that danced in my head.
I did some research on color theory, basic music vocabulary, and nebula. Once I discovered that Newton came up with the first color wheel, and I already wanted to try to describe the color of sound as Nebula I had a direction for the poem. Might not gravitate with the masses but it carries weight in my inkwell.
It took a bit of rhyming dictionary work specifically, based on web history for, mission and wavelength...I need to invest in a paperback rhyming dictionary, pocket size.
In the thesaurus I just searched for color...where chromatism came from.
Then I fired up my blog and drafted the poem. After it was finished I recorded the poem. Unfortunately I am helping my brother-in law out and dogsitting and forgot my good mic.
As I wrote this backstage post I realized I forgot the most important line on the back of my sticky, the phrase that started it all "Spin with Us/On this nebulus." It isn't needed anymore.
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