h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Well, in the spirit of things, I said to myself just start at the beginning, by writing to the Muse. Making a pattern from the things we have been talking about.

Inspired I am. The medicine of poetry. And thanks. And not a moth in sight. Just starlings.

This piece contains a few images that might be a bit dark for some ....



The Words Behind the Music (Writing to the Muse)

I feel you so near when I stand on this beach, listening to the wingflutter whirr of starlings, hundreds of starlings! an animated cloud of birds swooping and swirling over the sea, then disappearing into the liquid crimson sunset, all silhouette and filmic.



And sometimes these sunsets make me cry, and you ask me why, and I say that the colour red rhymes with dead in my fevered head, and before I know it the beach is strewn with the corpses from my fractured nightmare.



I swear that you hear when I break apart, calling to you through the flickering smoky siren whine, when I am ablaze with a yearning, a burning homesick ache for that place of peace beyond peace.



I know you know this place, I can almost remember your face, as if we have been there together so many times before, and your touch is a cure, beyond desire and the absurdity of words.



And yet, when you are near, words whirr through me like a flock of starlings, hundreds of words! as if you are my poem. And I laugh at such a fancy, and flirt with the dandy rhythms and rhymes in my fevered head, just so I can dance with you, my muse, my poet-angel.



I could swear that you are here tonight, as I stand on this sunset beach, watching in awe as clouds of birds and silhouette words swoop and swirl over the sea in the crimson liquid light, all filmic and poetic and atmospheric.

End

Speaking to my condition, here. The last two days have been ones of almost, but not quite, touching the root of the problem. Which is lost vectors. If it's all sweet, it's not complete...trying to listen to the music of the night...

Here's a video for you. Someone we don't know made it, just to say goodbye to an old friend...the music group's called 'Blutengel'. That means 'Blood Angel' in German...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJ4LkCGCxzw

Holyroses my friend, that's quite a sound. . Sounds like the kind of thing I listen to for light entertainment. , although I never heard this before. And as for Jonathan Frid, may he RIP, and I never heard of him before but I have now, I've seen that face before though ... uh oh ... ...

Lost vectors. Lost vectors. What's lost vectors then? Could be computer could be metaphysical could be science fiction could be something else entirely. Lost vectors. Hope you found them.



Its been one of these times, hey, I have been dealing with all loose ends, a test for my patient friends, heheh, but you know those times when all the loose ends suddenly come together and there is a new pattern, a deep and wonderful patten, and it felt so good to wrte the above piece, and I even like it, and I got my poem song sorted, like, sorted mate! even read it again without turning into an exploded lightbulb, and now I am writing about everything in my path .....

Ode To Delphiniums

Ah, delphiniums


...... where you gone?

I don't know what a delphinium is. Is it a dolphin-like flower? Looking forward to an Ode. What's an Ode, anyway? Is it different from a paean?

I wrote about Jonathan Frid in the Post: A87753748

And you can even spell paean, which is more than I can do. I copied you. heheh. I can spell Ode, but I don't know what it is. . Or a paean. I don't know what a paean is. I think it might have something to do with lost vectors, peonies and flying dreams.

Very floral tonight we are. .

Delfini. Delphinium. That's interesting. That's very interesting.

Holyroses again, , this Jonathan Frid fellow is following me everywhere! This looks like some article, which I might read in the middle of the night tonight, , and watch my recently united loose ends separate all over again. hahah. not really. Look forward to reading.

Hey buddy, Post Editor Send Stuff, now I really wish I could send stuff, but what stuff do I send? As long as you know I care though, 'bout your magazine. And you. I love that what you said, if its all sweet, its not complete, this helps me. Not sure if my stuff is quite right for Post these days, though, not very entertaining, more like peculiar poetic psychology with pink petals and weird cobwebs.

hmm. What rhymes with weird cobwebs? And pink petals. ? .

LOL hark at you (DG & CC) - two culture tarts!

looks like more homework is due for this weekend - but i'm about to be away until early next week, so, as a one-time boss once said about me, i'm going to be 'delinquent'!

well, cactus flower, i think it's very naughty of you to decry your abilities... and then pull something like that out of the bag!

your imagery is very striking - and most visceral

and look at you, sneaking all that rhyme in there, too, as the icing on the cake - heheh, now that's just plain showing-off!!

ok - i surrender!


gentlefolk, i'll catch you downstream - "stoke me a clipper, i'll be back for christmas"

hugs & kisses

Okay, Ace R-,er, ALS, just be sure to log onto on Monday, or you'll miss the silly joke I made about you.

And CC, you may send anything or nothing. But photos are always welcome, hint...

Here's a fun 'annotated' version of Barnabas Collins on Youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgBMZOHZVLo

(Whoever makes those annotated Dark Shadows clips is a genius.)

ode
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqpBs8q9iZQ
when I first heard this, I think it was called "ode to a found harmonium"

Fui that video is blocked to US users. drat them and their silly copyright --serves them right to lose sales over it.

soz

http://www.penguincafe.com/

don't know if you'll get this one to play ?

(settling in for night read of erm .. above posts, or maybe I wait for daylight....) . yikes. Pours brandy.

Oh, and I'm away for some days next week, back to biz upcountry, have to focus brain, so its going to be awful quiet around here then eh? heheh, have to bring in some minstrels.

Bring in the minstrels! or maybe not ...

speak soon

cee cee

tee hee

we'll miss you