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“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood /And sorry I could not travel both /And be one traveler, long I stood /And looked down one as far as I could /To where it bent in the undergrowth. /… ―Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken, 1916
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In a yellow wood,
a pencil pusher, horning in to push pencils, comes to a
in the road, where
a Pulitzer poet is standing on the horns of a dilemma.
“And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. /…
“Outside books, we avoid colorful characters.” ―Mason Cooley
Ghosts fear it
Crooks smell it.
Clowns wear it.
Mimes yell it. Painters smear it.
“I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music.”
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“If art is to nourish the roots of our culture, society must set the artist free to follow his vision wherever it takes him.” ―John F. Kennedy
Without candlepower, night is colorless. Only in the light of a flame, flaring within
from near or far,
are colors striking.
“The whole point is to live life and be – to use all the colors in the crayon box.”
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