I noticed recently i am a mild synesthesiac. I see colors. Federico García Lorca, for example, is a bright, orangish red. (I don't mean the person himself, but his entire poetic work.) The number 4 is also red, I noticed when doing a sukoku puzzle recently. Even though the actual ink used was blue, the number 4 was still red.
I only recently thought about what color Lorca was. But I have the strong conviction of always having known it.
I say "mild" because most things have no color for me, and my impressions are often rather faint. People with stronger cases than I have might see more colors and with much stronger conviction. I'm not entirely sure.
A huge thing with Nabokov, who had this bent to an almost pathological degree (92).
ResponderEliminarin the shade, too.
ResponderEliminarMy brother is this way. But he convinced the number 7 is red.
ResponderEliminarI've always thought Lorca as sepia. Neruda is a vivid turquoise, Rilke as deep purple, or gold.
ResponderEliminarrimbaud too, no? (i mean, he was a synethesiac.)
ResponderEliminarSaying Lorca is green because of "verde que te quiero verde" misses the point entirely. A poem about the color green could be completely orange in its own color. Just like a 4 printed in green ink is still red.
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