The writing topic this week was "Phosphene"
I remember when I was 16. I was a caddy at a golf course. It was a super hot summer with record heat and drought. Golfers came early in the morning but in the afternoon no one was on the course so the was nothing to do and nothing to eat. I played hoops for a couple of hours but couldn't see anything but stars at one point. I laid down on the picnic bench next to court and closed my eyes. The whole world was color.
The opening words are the process of developing a picture which I did in photo class in high school that year.
The next words until the first picture are about my experience at that time.
The second part of the poem begins with Plato's allegory from the Republic assuming one in the cave could actually see color and light even as a prisoner.
Surely the prisoner experienced phosphene sensations even while sneezing.
We are all prisoners on earth but in space there is darkness. Those who come back from orbit report seeing flashes of light from time to time when they return to earth.
The senses are heightened in darkness and each of us can see even what is not "there" like musicians that "see" music.
I ponder at the end of the poem if it was like this at the beginning of the universe... light coming out of nowhere
He is not I
And I
Well
Just naturally high
wow. you're too deep man 😱
i would just say 'fuck i had heatstroke'.
Haha... that would have been easier.