Do we want our "PTV"?
It seems to me that for the culturally informed & anti-mass culture stalwarts, blogs are the new TV. They certainly are for me. I'd like to personally thank PhillySound & Ron Silliman for making "Survivor" (is that even a show anymore?) & "Queer Eye" superfluous. This is PTV, Poetry Television, & the best is yet to come.
So I'm following these trailblazers & declaring the existence of my own "PTV" network. I'll try to update at least 3 or 4 times a week, & hope a few hardy Mannerist souls will follow me along the primrose path to aesthetic Enlightenment. Life is suffering, art is palliative, a life-in-art gives us the tools to heal ourselves. Excuse my "New Agey-ness" but I think the Buddha had one good point, Oscar Wilde another, put 'em together & you get a fulfilled existence. Maybe.
For two years I dated a painter-who-shall-remain nameless. She was beautiful, brilliant, & troubled. I was madly in love w/ her. You Romantics out there know the drill-- two brave young artists taking on the world, creating together, yada yada yada. I'll always love her & if she were a bit more stable I'd have married her (I'm looking for a wife, if anyone's interested). A few months ago she graduated summa cum laude from Penn, & I promised to write her an occasional poem. What resulted was a piece heavily influenced by Surrealists Breton, Reverdy & Paul Van Ostaijen. It's called "Hurdle":
It's standing
in an open field of blades
cornered w/ blue flowers
a tangle of red ribbons
You approach
on bare feet, tiptoe
raw as a pained oyster
supple as dark leafy branches
I watch from a high window
how you lift your legs
as if the approach were a dance
and you'd practiced before mirrors
my heart warms to you
as the blades become birds
destined for salt air
happily flapping your hair
and you go over
This is episode #1 of PTV winding down. Feel free to add comments to the site or e-mail me @ afieled@aol.com. You can join me on PTV & offer up your best quips, sallies, & jests. This is Adam Fieled signing off....
So I'm following these trailblazers & declaring the existence of my own "PTV" network. I'll try to update at least 3 or 4 times a week, & hope a few hardy Mannerist souls will follow me along the primrose path to aesthetic Enlightenment. Life is suffering, art is palliative, a life-in-art gives us the tools to heal ourselves. Excuse my "New Agey-ness" but I think the Buddha had one good point, Oscar Wilde another, put 'em together & you get a fulfilled existence. Maybe.
For two years I dated a painter-who-shall-remain nameless. She was beautiful, brilliant, & troubled. I was madly in love w/ her. You Romantics out there know the drill-- two brave young artists taking on the world, creating together, yada yada yada. I'll always love her & if she were a bit more stable I'd have married her (I'm looking for a wife, if anyone's interested). A few months ago she graduated summa cum laude from Penn, & I promised to write her an occasional poem. What resulted was a piece heavily influenced by Surrealists Breton, Reverdy & Paul Van Ostaijen. It's called "Hurdle":
It's standing
in an open field of blades
cornered w/ blue flowers
a tangle of red ribbons
You approach
on bare feet, tiptoe
raw as a pained oyster
supple as dark leafy branches
I watch from a high window
how you lift your legs
as if the approach were a dance
and you'd practiced before mirrors
my heart warms to you
as the blades become birds
destined for salt air
happily flapping your hair
and you go over
This is episode #1 of PTV winding down. Feel free to add comments to the site or e-mail me @ afieled@aol.com. You can join me on PTV & offer up your best quips, sallies, & jests. This is Adam Fieled signing off....
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