GOTHIC FUNK EPISTLE #2
17 February, 2007
Dear Gothic Funk,
Love is red.
Hunger is yellow.
Luck is blue.
The presence of a color is the presence of its attribute.
The ideal life is purple, rich and regal.
The worst life is yellow, needing and consuming.
To be green is to be the lucky scavenger or fortunate coveter.
To be orange is to be the malnourished partner or incomplete lover.
Sometimes there is red. It is deep and plush and burning pure. But do the most compelling hues have hints of blue or yellow?
Can there be clear blue? Can it be luck without love fulfilling or hunger pushing?
How can we understand the muddy brown when all aspects coexist? For that is we mostly are, never free of any of the forces. Some come to the fore, and our shades shift in our perception, but at the root we are all the color of dirt.
When all the colors are present in light, we see the world in a clean white light.
I live in a castle of love and hunger, and I consider myself lucky.
Quite wonderful. I read scary books about people who found things out and realize that I could find things out myself if I only tried a little harder.
The window has quite a beautiful view. The man upstairs is building something. Once I looked into his apartment as I walked past, and I saw two by fours nailed into a matrix projecting down the ceiling. They're also stacked against his wall. He hammers all day long on the weekends and on the nights of weekdays. He has been building and nailing for a couple months now. It is mysterious. What is he building?
I have a floor of hardwood. Once I heard voices from our neighbors through the wall. I put my ear against the wall and suddenly I could hear them, clear and bell-like. Talking on the phone. About meeting up.
My apartment is a cocoon of love and where I spend my days. My apartment building is a giant telephone, an almost transparent frame, and I'm hungry for its secrets. If I am lucky, I will have them.
Everyone who is in Gothic Funk should keep a penny in his or her shoe. There are a lot of reasons why: Good Luck. Spare change for a vending machine. To keep the shoe smelling fresh. A stencil to draw circles. Self-identification.
Sincerely,
Gothic Funk
