The grass and coloured clay More motion have than they, Joined to the great sunk silences.
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Shut your eyes, wait, think of nothing. Now, open them ... one sees nothing but a great coloured undulation. What then? An irradiation and glory of colour. This is what a picture should give us ... an abyss in which the eye is lost, a secret germination, a coloured state of grace ... loose conciousness. Descend with the painter into the dim tangled roots of things, and rise again from them in colours, be steeped in the light of them.
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All the heavy days are over; Leave the body's coloured pride Underneath the grass and clover, With the feet laid side by side.
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The observation of others is coloured by our inability to observe ourselves impartially. We can never be impartial about anything until we can be impartial about our own organism.
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We haven't had problems here about race. We just don't go for letting the coloured ones in.
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