Composition VIII

Wassily Wassilyevich Kandinsky, 1923

Seeing

Blue, Blue got up, got up and fell.
Sharp, Thin whistled and shoved, but didn’t get through.
From every corner came a humming.
FatBrown got stuck – it seemed for all eternity.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . It seemed. It seemed.
You must open your arms wider.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Wider. Wider.
And you must cover your face with red cloth.
And maybe it hasn’t shifted yet at all: it’s just that you’ve shifted.
White leap after white leap.
And after this white leap another white leap.
And in this white leap a white leap. In every white leap a white leap.
But that’s not good at all, that you don’t see the gloom: in the gloom is

. . . . . . . where it is.
That’s where everything begins. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
With a. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Crash. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Klänge [1912]

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