Tag Archives: Valentine’s Day

Steal This Meme: Monster Valentine


Monstrum in fronte, monstrum in amino.

>>Appropriated art by Sergey Engel.


Poem, Valentine, Be my

Love and Topology

I crease the square
of origami paper
on the diagonal

halve the diamond
to an abstract silhouette of Mt. Fuji
and trim the triangle

scissors cuts paper

down to a breaking wave,
the half profile
of a valentine.

paper covers rock

I fold and fold again
the half hearted paper.
I snip nicks, cut rough chevrons,

slice snowflake geometries
into the folds
leaving the leading edges uncut.

Butterflied confetti
to the floor.

rock breaks scissors

I unfold the murder, press flat
a whole heart,
a heart full of holes,
a heart cut down to crude lace.

Be my valentine?

Note: I wrote Love and Topology for Mrs. Dr. Omed in February 2004. So far as I can remember, it is the only occasional poem I’ve ever completed in time for the occasion. I duly posted it on the previous incarnation of the Tent Show on Valentine’s Day 2004. Since 13 years ago is equivalent to the early Ordovician Period in Internet time, I feel it’s not too soon to post it again.

Steal This Meme: Werner Herzog Inspires (Valentine)


Werner Herzog loves you, and I love you too. Be our Valentine.

I made this meme. Steal it.

Steal This Meme: I❤SANITY



Steal This Meme: Unrequited

unrequited balloon heart courier textValentine Meme Number 1


Random Photo: Two Question Marks

two hearts qmarks graf o river

A photo a day keeps the Doctor in play.

Love is a question mark, not an exclamation point.

Elie Wiesel

If love is the mark, what is the question?

Carrion to be, a subsiding beast
over which this sooty vulture impends?

Sweating blocks of ice, under heaped sawdust,
waiting on man with a hook?

A mongoose weaving
under the hooded cobra poised to strike?

A charge of dynamite,
with smoke curling over the hole of the period?

A salvage operation,
magnet crane lifting and stacking crushed cars?

What is the question?



love is cold subphra poster

This is the virtual poster I made for tonight’s event in the cellar bar at Decca. Click here to see the image I tweaked to make it. If you happen to be in the Louisville area, drop by. Here’s the Subterranean Phrases event page. There’s a link to a map.

At January’s SubPhra I told the audience I liked to read cold poems in cold weather, poems that give me a chill, because I love winter, and I thrive when the temperature is below freezing. Rachel, our host, has taken up that idea, and since Valentine’s Day is Friday, tonight’s theme has become “LOVE IS COLD.”  Rachel says, “Bring your coldest love poem.”

Selecting poems for the reading I realized that there was one love poem I have never posted to the Tent Show. It’s a ghazal, a Persian lyric form, and I’m rather proud that I managed follow the rules of the form and end up with a result I like. I plan to read it tonight; tell me if you think it’s cold enough:

Ghazal: The Word Never Spoken
Forgive me, love, the word never spoken,
the explicit silence, implicit lie, all unspoken.
Forgive me the syllables of trepass left unspoken,
tongues of fire broken on the wheel of sighs.
Forgive me the come hithers to which I gave no reply,
the women I never kissed, poems I wrote on the sky.
Forgive me, love, the altar I built across your thighs,
the bibles of honey I burnt on the pyre.
Forgive me the holy names I did not blaspheme,
the god I left lonely in his cold machine.
Forgive me, love, the word never spoken,
the explicit silence, implicit lie, all unspoken.
have a heart crop2 holga