Orange
“Just a moment ... I savour this ... ah, but it's flown already.
... Only a bit of music, stamping in time, humming –
Girls, you grow warm, girls, you silently mime,
Dance the flavour of this fruit as we experience it!
Make of the orange a dance. Who can be oblivious
Of how it drowns in itself, of how it restrains
Its very essence of sweetness, holds it back?
It has possessed you.
You have deliciously converted it into you.
Dance the orange. The warmth of the landscape,
It draws you forth, so that your ripeness streams forth
Resplendent on the local breezes! A glow arising, revealed.
Aroma after aroma! Evoke its affinity
With the pure, self-denying peel,
With the juice which joyously fills it!”
– Rainer Maria Rilke.
"The sunsets are mad orange fools raging in the gloom." – Jack Kerouac.
"The sunsets are mad orange fools raging in the gloom." – Jack Kerouac.
Oranges, papayas, pumpkin, mangoes, honey, sun, turmeric, monarchs, the leaves that fall in autumn, sun streaming in, setting, illuminating, warming…
It merges in hue with red and yellow, as the bridge between primary expressions, as the intermediary liminal zone of warmth and integration. It is not the red hot rage or the burning passion but the embers that simmer later in the afterglow.
What does orange conjure to you?
How does it feel to perceive and receive orange?
What does it inspire? What place does it hum in?
What emotions awake in its presence?
How does your body feel with orange foods?
Who are you when adorned in orange?
Who is someone with an orange aura?