...saved for last...hardest to write about...perhaps operating out of some very deep kinda purple synaesthesia...I tend to be covered in it...purple sweater, purple shirts in numerous styles, purple sheets, purple blanket, purple towels...purple prose all over the place...even that Sanskritish title up there...purple lotus...purple Kool-Aid...Riders of the Purple Sage...and the wild mountain thyme grows around the purple heather...raspberries are best when they turn purple, almost but not-yet overripe...but only when you eat them right off the bush...really, they shouldn’t be eaten any other way...and, in an ideal purple world, they wouldn't be......blending blue and red...blood and the sea...rage and contemplation...celebration and melancholia... red-faced embarrassment and boundless sky...purple nurple...owww...
...prime color of psychedelia...even as all colors swirl together...Owsley Purple...Purple Haze...Jimi Hendrix himself seems to me to be purple...maybe that’s how he managed to cross the musical color barrier...he was more purple than anything...lately, I’ve been meeting up with old psychedelic friends...now all invested in purple yoga mats...
...Obama talked about a purple America during the campaign...not sure how well that’s working out, now...purple, of course is the color of royalty...nobility...people you're supposed to call your majesty or your holiness...as if kings and emperors could be any more majestic than convicts and elevator operators...popes and lamas any more holy than prostitutes and laborers...purple should always be for everybody...
