A comet crashes into html. Lunar dust oxidizes. A pion prevents a war. Lactic acid fossilizes a Boeing wing in-flight.

The path is disguised in the hologram of the cityscape. Where does it begin in the volumetric display, how do I follow it? Yet I must.

direct link: Starfire

On the day of love an album of love poetry.

My poems, overall, are about a poetics of love... the spirit in our loving.

Though I am a lyrical poet who writes love poems, usually in the first person with an I and thou, an other, a lover, with whom the narrator of the poem speaks. I have accepted this about my writing. It's my natural gesture, the way I think, how my heart beats.





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Every day is a love day, of course, but Valentine's celebrates romantic love.

Perhaps to be contrary to the sugar-coating edges of Valentine's, and to remind us of the beauty of friendship, Dave Bonta put out a call for, and created a podcast celebrating Platonic love. Listening to it, and there is a full range of poetry expressing many aspects of non-sexual love, I'd say, in summation, Platonic love is going through a bit of a crisis in these viagra-driven times. In some regards, our culture is characterized by highly sexed media productions where profligacy is rampant. The simple joys of friendship are over-looked - though, often, as the poems in this collection attest, there are difficulties and pain here too.

While I support the vibrancy and energy of eros, there has to be feeling, intimacy. Unless we are unique individuals to each other, affirmative, inspiring, fulfilling love cannot happen.

What holds our heart? Often deep and life-long friendships are dearer to us because they are comfortable, stable and constant, which is in contrast to the rather bumpy serial monogamies that are the stories of many of our lives.

Whether the beauties of Platonic love can call our muses to their heights of expression, I don't know. These attachments are safe, easy, uncomplicated. And, really, the story of love in most of our lives in most of the world is the bulwark of friendship.

Veils to Clothe Venus is included in Dave's podcast.

Woodrat Podcast 34: Platonic Love.

moss, ice rock, spore-green papillae, the invisible sun in the darkness

Green Fire, 21cm x 29.2cm, 8" x 11.5", Moleskine, ink.

Words:

'Follow the green fire that's in your life and in mine. Billow. Float through green streams of smoke. Remember to look under the burning leaf.'

'waiting for spring in the emotional subconscious'

Phone home. You left a message for yourself. Listen; hang up. Try again. What is your message? Should you save or erase yourself?

Hey, look what's at Moving Poems today! As Dave Bonta says: "Welcome. This is an on-going anthology of the best videopoems, filmpoems, animated poems, and other poetry videos from around the web, appearing at a rate of one every weekday most weeks."

Below is a screen shot. Click on it to go to the Anansi Hides the Moon page at Moving Poems. And while you're there, look at the collection of great videopoems Dave has amassed, watch as many as you wish, and make sure you subscribe to Moving Poems, a site which juts out on the forefront of multi-media poetry today.

Have a story, essay or poem about platonic love? Record and send it in for Dave's Valentine Podcast. 

                                          

Follow the green fire that's in your life and in mine. Billow. Float through green streams of smoke. Remember to look under the burning leaf.

Have you changed through the years? Or have you deepened into who you are?

I'm not talking about contentment, or dissatisfaction with now, or what led to here. There are events that shape us, yes. But our identity is something deeper than what befalls us. Who we are carries us through.

Really I can only speak for myself, and, though my life is perhaps not where I would like it to be, I'd say I've become more deeply the person I want to be. I don't think I've ever been outside who I am, and I haven't ever undergone such radical change as to seem like a different person to myself.

This talk is about that. I recorded it in 2008, and though it was posted in this blog when it was made, I have created an updated HD version.


direct link: ripples

(I like that colour, but I have no idea why YouTube is presenting a still of this more muted talk in such vibrant colours.)


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Drop of water: Free Super Slow Motion Water Droplet.
The opening and closing music is a few bars from the first song on F.T.G.'s Le puits.