LONELINESS
Suddenly
on the boardwalk
San Diego
sunglasses scratched
in a booth—
not wanting to eat
outside
it’s okay
it’s okay
In Ralph’s
buying a repast
walking the long curved wall
to the elevators
at the registration desk
Sunday, April 24, 2005
REPHRASING
When a sound is my shut-down computer refusing
to shut down
it irritates
When I realize it is the rain
still rushing through the gutters
I forgive it—
glad to be alive to hear it
this peaceful Saturday
When a sound is my shut-down computer refusing
to shut down
it irritates
When I realize it is the rain
still rushing through the gutters
I forgive it—
glad to be alive to hear it
this peaceful Saturday
Monday, April 18, 2005
A WILLINGNESS TO TEACH ANYTHING PROVIDED.... | |
| APPARPO*3130 | DESIGN/POETRY FOR APPAREL DESIGN II |
| ARCHPO*2108 | URBAN DESIGN PRINCIPLES & POETRY |
| APPARPO*3130 | DESIGN/POETRY FOR APPAREL DESIGN II |
| ARCHPO*2108 | URBAN DESIGN PRINCIPLES & POETRY |
| ARCHPO*2152 | STATICS & STRENGTH OF POETRY MATERIALS |
| ARCHPO*2154 | WOOD, STEEL & POETRY |
| ARTEPO*656G | CONTEMPORARY ISSUES IN ARTS EDUCATION & POETRY |
| CERPO*4108 | POTTERY/POETRY |
| DMPO*7012 | EMERGENT DIGITAL POETRY |
| DMPO*7013 | ROBOTICS & POETRY |
| DMPO*7157 | 3D RAPID POETRY |
| FAVPO*5110 | DOCUMENTARY POETRY PRODUCTION |
| FAVPO*5111 | PUPPET POETRY ANIMATION |
| LAELPO*LE54 | TIME, LIGHT, SOUND & POETRY |
| FURNPO*2504 | LINES IN SPACE: FURNITURE WELDING & POETRY |
| LAELPO*LE26 | HISTORY OF FURNITURE AND POETRY |
| FURNPO*247G | GRAD FURNITURE POETRY SEMINAR: METHODS, MEANS, MOTIVATIONS |
| GLASSPO*4304 | BEGINNING HOT GLASS POETRY WORKSHOP |
| GLASSPO*4324 | INTERDISCIPLINARY CASTING AND MOLDMAKING FOR POETS (STUDIO) |
| GLASSPO*450G | ADVANCED CRITICAL ISSUES IN POETRY AND GLASS SEMINAR 1 |
| GRAPH*3211 | COLOR & POETRY |
| GRAPHPO*3263 | PRINTED POETRY BOOKS |
| GRAPHPO*3283 | VISUAL POETRY |
| ILLUSPO*5203 | POETRY WRAPAROUNDS |
| ILLUSPO*5204 | PEN/INK/POEM/SCRATCHBOARD |
| ILLUSPO*5211 | ANATOMY OF POETRY |
| ILLUSPO*5223 | MASTER POETRY WRITING TECHNIQUES |
| ILLUSPO*5224 | MIXED MEDIA POETRY |
| ILLUSPO*5233 | XX/XY + POETRY |
| ILLUSPO*5239 | MOVIE POSTERS & POETRY |
| ILLUSPO*5259 | THE MAGIC OF POETRY |
| ILLUSPO*5280 | PROPAGANDA POETRY |
| ILLUSPO*5284 | DRAWING WITH POETRY |
| ILLUSPO*5304 | THREE-DIMENSIONAL KINETIC POETRY |
| ILLUSPO*5305 | PASTEL, GOUACHE & POETRY |
| ILLUSPO*5234 | POETRY FOR ILLUSTRATORS |
| ILLUSPO*5237 | WHAT’S YOUR METAPHOR |
| ILLUSPO*5256 | ADVANCED COMIC BOOK POETRY |
| ILLUSPO*5309 | EXPLAIN IT IN POETRY |
| IDPO*2451 | METAL/POETRY I |
| IDPO*2490 | LEGAL BUSINESS POETRY PRACTICE |
| IDPO*4701 | CAMS, SLIDERS-CRANKS, POETRY, AND KINEMATIC LINKS |
| LAELPO*LE38 | HISTORY OF POETRY DESIGN |
| INTARPO*2306 | MODELING THE POEM |
| INTARPO*2307 | BUILDING SYSTEMS INTERFACE IN POETRY |
| INTARPO*2315 | BUILDING MATERIALS EXPLORATION THROUGH POETRY |
| INTARPO*2353 | INTRODUCTION TO POETRY LIGHTING |
| INTARPO*2374 | HUMAN FACTORS IN POETRY |
| INTARPO*2379 | INVESTIGATING INTERIORITY |
| LDARPO*2253 | POETRY, PLANTS AND DESIGN |
| LDARPO*2291 | PRINCIPLES OF PROFESSIONAL POETRY |
| LDARPO*224G | POETRY ETHICS |
| LDARPO*223G | ISSUES IN PLANNING & CULTURAL POETRY |
| LDARPO*W213 | TOPICS IN LANDSCAPE POETRY |
| ARTHPO*C518 | POETRY & HOUSING IN AMERICA |
| ARTHPO*H503 | THE VIKINGS & THEIR POETRY |
| ARTHPO*H511 | EARLY CHRISTIAN POETRY |
| ARTHPO*H513 | ARCHITECTURE AND POETRY IN THE PRE-MODERN MUSLIM WORLD |
| ARTHPO*H533 | THE POETRY OF THE RENAISSANCE |
| ARTHPO*H573 | POETRY & TOTALITARIANISM |
| ARTHPO*H575 | GREEK & ROMAN POETRY |
| ARTHPO*H591 | JAPANESE POETRY |
| ARTHPO*H594 | EUROPEAN BAROQUE POETRY |
| ARTHPO*H687 | MANET AND POETRY |
| ARTHPO*H689 | SHAKER POETICS |
| ARTHPO*H697 | THE PERSISTENCE OF POETRY |
| ARTHPO*H700 | DISPLAYING POETRY: 1650 TO 1950 |
| ARTHPO*H702 | AN ANTHROPOLOGY OF DRESS AND POETRY |
| ENGLPO*E553 | ADVANCED POETRY WRITING WORKSHOP |
| ENGLPO*E646 | POETRY SEMINAR |
| ENGLPO*E514 | CONTEMPORARY AMERICAN POETRY |
INTERSECTIONS
Meetings.
Difficulties.
Crossovers.
Connections.
Joints.
Exits.
Entrances.
Arrivals.
Wrists.
Interfaces.
Networks.
Greetings.
Swivel.
Clinch.
Jump!
Meetings.
Difficulties.
Crossovers.
Connections.
Joints.
Exits.
Entrances.
Arrivals.
Wrists.
Interfaces.
Networks.
Greetings.
Swivel.
Clinch.
Jump!
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
LOVELY WORK
First line: beautiful, urgent
Second line: excellent
Third line: interesting, puzzling
Fourth line: interesting, puzzling, beautiful sound
Sixth line: out of this world beautiful
Seventh line: weak
First line of second stanza: beautiful, simple, rich
Second line: okay, interesting, clear
Third line: weak
Fourth line: not bad
Fifth and sixth lines: clunky
These are my impressions, though you may disagree.
First line: beautiful, urgent
Second line: excellent
Third line: interesting, puzzling
Fourth line: interesting, puzzling, beautiful sound
Sixth line: out of this world beautiful
Seventh line: weak
First line of second stanza: beautiful, simple, rich
Second line: okay, interesting, clear
Third line: weak
Fourth line: not bad
Fifth and sixth lines: clunky
These are my impressions, though you may disagree.
TO DO
Perfume.
Vitamins.
Sunglasses.
Lipstick.
Wine.
Bach cello suites.
Lucille Ball/Kenneth Rexroth biographies.
Perfume.
Vitamins.
Sunglasses.
Lipstick.
Wine.
Bach cello suites.
Lucille Ball/Kenneth Rexroth biographies.
Monday, April 11, 2005
THE DAY
Himalayan peaks
Smith Street
cucumber slice
44 West again
silver-grey light
my intersection my traffic-light
Himalayan peaks
Smith Street
cucumber slice
44 West again
silver-grey light
my intersection my traffic-light
Sunday, April 10, 2005
A POEM
a slim father
carries a small
child
&
a little girl
in a green coat
walks by
his left side
&
a taller boy
on his right
&
they wash
slightly from him
the girl
&
the boy
toward the
torn
chicken-wire fence
& the
tangled grass
&
he
stepping back slightly
re-
leasing them
&
they moving forward slightly
de-
taching from him
& then
each
letting go the
other
then the space
in between
& the children
gather speed tumbling
toward school
the father
standing watching
then lifting
the baby closer
picking up their morning
he turns
a slim father
carries a small
child
&
a little girl
in a green coat
walks by
his left side
&
a taller boy
on his right
&
they wash
slightly from him
the girl
&
the boy
toward the
torn
chicken-wire fence
& the
tangled grass
&
he
stepping back slightly
re-
leasing them
&
they moving forward slightly
de-
taching from him
& then
each
letting go the
other
then the space
in between
& the children
gather speed tumbling
toward school
the father
standing watching
then lifting
the baby closer
picking up their morning
he turns
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
INTERMEZZO
daniel sits on stage & talks the
audience moves like fish-scales like city lights
like alka-selzer
jiggling
a student checks her camera the double-bassist
tends the bass
a drummer kneels above the drums
a man removes a monitor
another lifts a what is it easel
3 easels lifted on the stage
a student curling cable
the double-bassist zips
his instrument a child inside an anorak
the storyteller talks
to someone in the aisle
a bald man dangles off the stage
don draws a line
of monitors robert unfolds
the drop-cloth
2 students pull a roll of tape
robert makes great Xs
tapes the drop-cloth down
there’s yo-yo chewing gum he’s shining
chatting conferring maybe
a man is hugging yo-yo
yo-yo takes a seat
& daniel says the
aesthetic choice is about the
shutter speed a woman drinking from a bottle
students carry paint cans
don is smiling
& later yo-yo chuckles
this is a machine i built says daniel
& the energy is the music
it starts w/ the camera
b/c that’s where it starts,
but it doesn’t need to
students carrying huge canvases onstage
people talking in the audience
mairéad writing
yo-yo leaning forward on the seat in front
robert shaking paint
the paint is runny
ko laughing holding up his shakuhachi
i guess
so this is multi-tasking sizzling familiar
territory don tapes the drop cloth
robert hauls a bucket of paint
& shifts the roller in the tray
a student pours out paint
like ink
john terry surfaces in shirtsleeves & vest
reid hitt leaves
not hearing robert say you know
i didn't listen
to a word that daniel said
because i was engaged
with all of
this
daniel sits on stage & talks the
audience moves like fish-scales like city lights
like alka-selzer
jiggling
a student checks her camera the double-bassist
tends the bass
a drummer kneels above the drums
a man removes a monitor
another lifts a what is it easel
3 easels lifted on the stage
a student curling cable
the double-bassist zips
his instrument a child inside an anorak
the storyteller talks
to someone in the aisle
a bald man dangles off the stage
don draws a line
of monitors robert unfolds
the drop-cloth
2 students pull a roll of tape
robert makes great Xs
tapes the drop-cloth down
there’s yo-yo chewing gum he’s shining
chatting conferring maybe
a man is hugging yo-yo
yo-yo takes a seat
& daniel says the
aesthetic choice is about the
shutter speed a woman drinking from a bottle
students carry paint cans
don is smiling
& later yo-yo chuckles
this is a machine i built says daniel
& the energy is the music
it starts w/ the camera
b/c that’s where it starts,
but it doesn’t need to
students carrying huge canvases onstage
people talking in the audience
mairéad writing
yo-yo leaning forward on the seat in front
robert shaking paint
the paint is runny
ko laughing holding up his shakuhachi
i guess
so this is multi-tasking sizzling familiar
territory don tapes the drop cloth
robert hauls a bucket of paint
& shifts the roller in the tray
a student pours out paint
like ink
john terry surfaces in shirtsleeves & vest
reid hitt leaves
not hearing robert say you know
i didn't listen
to a word that daniel said
because i was engaged
with all of
this
Monday, April 04, 2005
SOLID RELATIONSHIPS
AT&T
Bank One
State Farm
American Honda
Rhode Island Housing & Mortgage Finance Corp.
Verizon
Sallie Mae
Capital One
AT&T Universal
HIGH MAINTENANCE
New England Gas
MORE OF A CASUAL THING
Providence Water
Narragansett Bay Commission
ALWAYS ON VALENTINE'S DAY
IRS
DARK HORSES
MBNA America
KEEPERS
Citizen’s Bank
ABOUT TO BE DUMPED
T-Mobile
WHY BOTHER
Healthmate Coast-to-Coast
Delta Dental
Medicare/Fica
Social Security
TO DIE FOR
TDI
MY HERO
Paul J. Tavares
COMPULSIVE FLINGS
Poetry contests
AT&T
Bank One
State Farm
American Honda
Rhode Island Housing & Mortgage Finance Corp.
Verizon
Sallie Mae
Capital One
AT&T Universal
HIGH MAINTENANCE
New England Gas
MORE OF A CASUAL THING
Providence Water
Narragansett Bay Commission
ALWAYS ON VALENTINE'S DAY
IRS
DARK HORSES
MBNA America
KEEPERS
Citizen’s Bank
ABOUT TO BE DUMPED
T-Mobile
WHY BOTHER
Healthmate Coast-to-Coast
Delta Dental
Medicare/Fica
Social Security
TO DIE FOR
TDI
MY HERO
Paul J. Tavares
COMPULSIVE FLINGS
Poetry contests
Sunday, April 03, 2005
RE: ROYAL NOTIFICATION
Dear Mr. Hunts,
Thank you for letting me know about the 750,000.00 USD I have won as a share in the total prize cash of 22,500,000.00 USD randomly distributed among Thirty (30) international winners selected by the Royal International Lottery Promotion Random System Selection (LRSS). It's amazing because very good news rarely comes by email. Usually you get big fat letters in the mail, or by Fedex or priority delivery. That's been my experience anyway. It's all the more amazing as it seems I have email to thank for winning the prize in the first place as you say all participants were selected through a computer ballot system drawn from 25,000 names/ email issued from Australia, New Zealand, America, Europe, North America and Asia, as part of our International Promotions Program, conducted yearly. And my email was selected as the 25th winner out of that 25,000. It's just amazing. What email do you mean? I write so many of them. Or do you mean my email address?
I don't think I will contact Mrs. Pamela Connelly, of your Claims Unit Department, as I am just going to bed now. I hope you don't mind me posting this on my blog.
Sincerely,
Mairead Byrne
Dear Mr. Hunts,
Thank you for letting me know about the 750,000.00 USD I have won as a share in the total prize cash of 22,500,000.00 USD randomly distributed among Thirty (30) international winners selected by the Royal International Lottery Promotion Random System Selection (LRSS). It's amazing because very good news rarely comes by email. Usually you get big fat letters in the mail, or by Fedex or priority delivery. That's been my experience anyway. It's all the more amazing as it seems I have email to thank for winning the prize in the first place as you say all participants were selected through a computer ballot system drawn from 25,000 names/ email issued from Australia, New Zealand, America, Europe, North America and Asia, as part of our International Promotions Program, conducted yearly. And my email was selected as the 25th winner out of that 25,000. It's just amazing. What email do you mean? I write so many of them. Or do you mean my email address?
I don't think I will contact Mrs. Pamela Connelly, of your Claims Unit Department, as I am just going to bed now. I hope you don't mind me posting this on my blog.
Sincerely,
Mairead Byrne
Saturday, April 02, 2005
URGENT
Dear Sule Ahmed,
Although I have several outstanding notifications regarding large amounts of money, I am responding to yours immediately in deference to your subject line.
Congratulations on your discovery of the abandoned sum of US$18.5 (EIGHTEEN MLLION FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND U.S DOLLARS) in your bank. I would offer my condolences to the family of the foreign customer whose account this was, but you say that his entire family died along with him in the plane crash in Kenya. I'm sure someone is deeply shocked however. My condolences to them. We don't always know the effect catastrophes have on those even indirectly concerned.
Of course your main concern is the straight eighteen million five hundred thousand U.S. dollars. I understand that. However I cannot help you. I don't know who has been circulating my name as someone who can help in cases like this. I can't tell you how many propositions involving huge amounts of money I've got stacked up in my email account. Last time I checked I didn't have a shingle on my house offering financial advice. It would be pure charlatanism if I did because I don't know anything about money except I haven't got any. Maybe that's what this is all about. Maybe I'm on a list of people who don't have any money. Is that it?
I can understand your reluctance to have the money go into the Bank Treasury as an unclaimed bill. Life is not fair, no doubt about it. Still I cannot offer you use of my bank account, which is very small and threadbare and only capable of holding my wages for a few short hours a month between their time of arrival and their time of call-up to the relentless and ever-speedening duty of paying bills.
Why then, being so poor, would I not jump at the chance of 30% of eighteen million three hundred thousand U.S. dollars? I am too weary to jump. I need to jump at the chance of summer teaching or a second or third job, which chances are considerably more proximate than Nigeria and just as urgent to me, but my jumping days are over.
Somebody else may be able to facilitate you, in view of your prospective visit and assurance that this transaction is "hitch and risk free" and that there is no need to entertain an atom of fear. I like your use of language. As there will be no need ultimately for me to keep this transaction TOP SECRET I hope you don't mind me posting this to my blog.
Sincerely,
Mairead Byrne
Dear Sule Ahmed,
Although I have several outstanding notifications regarding large amounts of money, I am responding to yours immediately in deference to your subject line.
Congratulations on your discovery of the abandoned sum of US$18.5 (EIGHTEEN MLLION FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND U.S DOLLARS) in your bank. I would offer my condolences to the family of the foreign customer whose account this was, but you say that his entire family died along with him in the plane crash in Kenya. I'm sure someone is deeply shocked however. My condolences to them. We don't always know the effect catastrophes have on those even indirectly concerned.
Of course your main concern is the straight eighteen million five hundred thousand U.S. dollars. I understand that. However I cannot help you. I don't know who has been circulating my name as someone who can help in cases like this. I can't tell you how many propositions involving huge amounts of money I've got stacked up in my email account. Last time I checked I didn't have a shingle on my house offering financial advice. It would be pure charlatanism if I did because I don't know anything about money except I haven't got any. Maybe that's what this is all about. Maybe I'm on a list of people who don't have any money. Is that it?
I can understand your reluctance to have the money go into the Bank Treasury as an unclaimed bill. Life is not fair, no doubt about it. Still I cannot offer you use of my bank account, which is very small and threadbare and only capable of holding my wages for a few short hours a month between their time of arrival and their time of call-up to the relentless and ever-speedening duty of paying bills.
Why then, being so poor, would I not jump at the chance of 30% of eighteen million three hundred thousand U.S. dollars? I am too weary to jump. I need to jump at the chance of summer teaching or a second or third job, which chances are considerably more proximate than Nigeria and just as urgent to me, but my jumping days are over.
Somebody else may be able to facilitate you, in view of your prospective visit and assurance that this transaction is "hitch and risk free" and that there is no need to entertain an atom of fear. I like your use of language. As there will be no need ultimately for me to keep this transaction TOP SECRET I hope you don't mind me posting this to my blog.
Sincerely,
Mairead Byrne
ON YO-YO MA & THE SILK ROAD PROJECT AT RHODE ISLAND SCHOOL OF DESIGN APRIL FOOL’S DAY 2005
Three days after Bob Creeley died Yo-Yo Ma & the Silk Road Ensemble played & interplayed in Providence. Bob said Onward & Yo-Yo said Outward, well Bob sort of growled & Yo-Yo joked, and then went deep & musicians & poets flooded keyboards & microphones saying Thank you Thank you.
The musicians of the Silk Road Ensemble sat onstage in the RISD Auditorium.
Kojiro Umezaki introduced them by name and instrument. Kojiro: shakuhachi, Yang Wei: pipa. One musician had an instrument that looked like a very old pomegranate might look if it grew 27 pipes upward. Shane Shanahan's percussion instruments shone; like all the instruments, they fell on the far side of familiar, as if dreamt, as if lacking crucial parts like sides, or bellies or strings. The instruments came from far back and, like the musicians, from many points. The musicians picked up these instruments and the audience picked up these musicians with these instruments and turned over into the deep sound musicians and instruments produced.
One of the musicians, a visual artist from Azerbaijan, made music from visual images. He made a girl made of graphite or ink dance. He wrote the name of Allah in Persian. We watched his moving hand write poetry.
A woman from Hong Kong came to the microphone remembering her parents’ origins in China and their economies of survival: the silk worm farm of her father, where nothing was wasted, where the silk worms unwound from their long silk were broiled and snack upon, and the droppings of the silk worms used for the fish in the fish farm next door, tended by her mother—or was it the other way round--mother and father in any case drawn up side-by-side, laboring, propagating, doing what was logical to survive. And the daughter holding their memories & the taste of silkworms like a vital organ & shouting it out like art. And Yo-Yo Ma said In your honor we will call it the Silk Worm Project today.
Three days after Bob Creeley died Yo-Yo Ma & the Silk Road Ensemble played & interplayed in Providence. Bob said Onward & Yo-Yo said Outward, well Bob sort of growled & Yo-Yo joked, and then went deep & musicians & poets flooded keyboards & microphones saying Thank you Thank you.
The musicians of the Silk Road Ensemble sat onstage in the RISD Auditorium.
Kojiro Umezaki introduced them by name and instrument. Kojiro: shakuhachi, Yang Wei: pipa. One musician had an instrument that looked like a very old pomegranate might look if it grew 27 pipes upward. Shane Shanahan's percussion instruments shone; like all the instruments, they fell on the far side of familiar, as if dreamt, as if lacking crucial parts like sides, or bellies or strings. The instruments came from far back and, like the musicians, from many points. The musicians picked up these instruments and the audience picked up these musicians with these instruments and turned over into the deep sound musicians and instruments produced.
One of the musicians, a visual artist from Azerbaijan, made music from visual images. He made a girl made of graphite or ink dance. He wrote the name of Allah in Persian. We watched his moving hand write poetry.
A woman from Hong Kong came to the microphone remembering her parents’ origins in China and their economies of survival: the silk worm farm of her father, where nothing was wasted, where the silk worms unwound from their long silk were broiled and snack upon, and the droppings of the silk worms used for the fish in the fish farm next door, tended by her mother—or was it the other way round--mother and father in any case drawn up side-by-side, laboring, propagating, doing what was logical to survive. And the daughter holding their memories & the taste of silkworms like a vital organ & shouting it out like art. And Yo-Yo Ma said In your honor we will call it the Silk Worm Project today.
Friday, April 01, 2005
FREE & OPEN TO THE PUBLIC
Kenneth Goldsmith at RISD Tues April 5th 7pm College Building 412
(College Building is at the corner of Benefit Street and College Street)
KENNETH GOLDSMITH, author of THE WEATHER,
Make Now 2005 (transcription of the one-minute
weather forecasts on a New York all-news station
over the course of one year, 2002-2003); DAY, The
Figures 2003 (retyping of the Friday, September 1st,
2000 issue of the New York Times); SOLILOQUY, Granary
Books 2001 (transcription of every word uttered by
Goldsmith over the course of a week); FIDGET, Coach
House Books 2000(transcription of the poet's every
physical gesture over a 13 hour period); editor of
I'LL BE YOUR MIRROR, Carroll & Graf 2004 (the first
comprehensive collection of interviews with Andy Warhol);
director of UbuWeb (www.ubu.com); and RISD graduate in
Sculpture (1984), will be reading at Rhode Island
School of Design on Tuesday April 5th at 7pm. He
claims to be "the most boring writer that has ever lived."
It ain't true.
Kenneth Goldsmith at RISD Tues April 5th 7pm College Building 412
(College Building is at the corner of Benefit Street and College Street)
KENNETH GOLDSMITH, author of THE WEATHER,
Make Now 2005 (transcription of the one-minute
weather forecasts on a New York all-news station
over the course of one year, 2002-2003); DAY, The
Figures 2003 (retyping of the Friday, September 1st,
2000 issue of the New York Times); SOLILOQUY, Granary
Books 2001 (transcription of every word uttered by
Goldsmith over the course of a week); FIDGET, Coach
House Books 2000(transcription of the poet's every
physical gesture over a 13 hour period); editor of
I'LL BE YOUR MIRROR, Carroll & Graf 2004 (the first
comprehensive collection of interviews with Andy Warhol);
director of UbuWeb (www.ubu.com); and RISD graduate in
Sculpture (1984), will be reading at Rhode Island
School of Design on Tuesday April 5th at 7pm. He
claims to be "the most boring writer that has ever lived."
It ain't true.
LIGHT IN MARCH
snow white
golden-blue
blue-gold
blue-white yellow-gold
blue-whitegold
golden-light-blue
dull silver rain
light gold-blue
blue-gold
grey
light snow
gold-blue
blue-sunny
light-blue-silver
light blue-silver
pale blue-yellow
blue-silver
silver-grey
olive-white gold
dull grey soft
thawing snow
tarnished silver, rain
grey-silverwhite
blue-gold fresh-cold
golden
silver-grey
snow white
golden-blue
blue-gold
blue-white yellow-gold
blue-whitegold
golden-light-blue
dull silver rain
light gold-blue
blue-gold
grey
light snow
gold-blue
blue-sunny
light-blue-silver
light blue-silver
pale blue-yellow
blue-silver
silver-grey
olive-white gold
dull grey soft
thawing snow
tarnished silver, rain
grey-silverwhite
blue-gold fresh-cold
golden
silver-grey
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