Pynchon's meaningful AtD colors..from a NR interview with the Socialist candidate

[Glenn Scheper]

Mark:
> What color do you think that America should think of itself as?

I was going to look for an self-improvement article
where the author labeled complex psychological levels
with colors, a good mnemonic.

I went to my cache of treasured texts,
and thought of all the easy color names,
yellow would be the least used, to grep.

I can't think of any time I would use
the word yellow, outside CMYK printing.

But lo:

        Nabakov: Lolita

lolita.txt:
 slacks, yellow silk blouse, squarish face, in that
 a yellowish-violet bruise on her lovely nymphet thigh which
 yellow blouse and maroon slacks she had on when I first met
 cabin, a prison cell or paradise, with yellow window shades
 Yellowstone Park and its colored hot springs, baby geysers,
 breath of popcorn. The moon was yellow above the
 By the time spring had touched up Thayer Street with yellow
 of curves on their yellow shields, and no matter how and
 at Mirana Motel (Mirana!) I kissed the yellowish soles of
 over my maize yellow pajamas, and walked over to the office
 Its windows glowed yellow and red; its drive was cluttered
 yellow--" Feu. This time I hit something hard. I hit the


        Emily Dickinson: Collected Poems

r_emily.txt:
Unties her yellow Bonnet
On their way to Yellower Climes --
These -- are the Banks of the Yellow Sea --
That little Yellow boys and girls
For fear their Yellow Gown
A long -- long Yellow -- on the Lawn --
I thought how yellow it would look --
The Yellow -- Day -- is falling --
Or Sunset's Yellow play
Between whose Yellow eye --
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
Alarms us -- tho' His Yellow feet
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye --
And if His Yellow feet should miss --
The Lightning showed a Yellow Head --
The Lightning showed a Yellow Beak
Let no Sunrise' yellow noise
And fainting, on Her yellow Knee
The Yellow Man
Who may be Yellow if He can
Nature rarer uses Yellow
Yellow she affords
Its Yellow shortness dropt --
The Lightning is a yellow Fork
The Sun took down his Yellow Whip
And crouched behind his Yellow Door
A lane of Yellow led the eye
Lightly stepped a yellow star
Of Yellow was the outer Sky
In Yellower Yellow hewn
The yellow lightning shone --


        Nabakov: Wingstroke:

ws_web.txt:
 door, thought Kern. Isabel is asleep, wearing yellow
 pajamas, probably. Yellow becomes her. Spanish color. If I
 the ashes from his cigarette with a yellowed nail. "Tell me,
 bed, in open-collared yellow pajamas, Isabel lay supine. A


Remember, N was a synaesthete.

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BTW, after years of calling my brown wife black,
it has had a serious crossover mental effect:

When I attempt to speak of brown physical objects,
I find myself always referring to them then gray.

That, with no other Altzheimer symptoms.


Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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