Mad Love

Tremendous! Tremendous!

"I wish to bring back the gods: oracular knowledge. To force miracles without the traps of religion...
What seems so utterly forgotten today has never left us but was only covered up and needs to be re-found and cared for. It takes heart to pay attention."

These words make me SWOON. Swoon, swoon, swoon. I have fallen hard for Blind Pony Books. Every entry on their blog 'penetrates' me to my core and makes me salivate. Their credo alone makes me flush with excitement! My heart quickens and I feel exactly as I do when I fall in love. How can images and words on a blog be so powerful? It's magic.
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The Pony Credo

An idea of books from a yearning
to counter the all-polluting imagery-machines
with parables of plants and animals
and old stories
of black robbers and white stags.
Fragments on death like mirrors
from a black sleep
in the forests of fairy tales.
All stories from the dust of the dead
in fragments and footnotes
like melodies of heartbreak
and north and night and exploration–breakdowns.
About saints with no promise of heaven
and lost sailors forgotten
and the terribly lonely bears.
The unknown, the ugly – and the odd.
Collected grand mistakes,
noble errors from many sources.
Sinking signals - conscious or not – sonatas and last letters
and great insults.
The impossible tears in landscapes
of ocean or stranded whales.
A going far back to coals
and cruelties and sobbing
like songs in whiskey and blood.
Of soldiers’ last letters and all seven seas.
With pirates and wars and prayers
in holes in the ground.
Of fallen women and orphaned children
and drowned slaves and burned saints.
To make songs from doubt
and books to live by.

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Theirs is a blog that spins the mirrors reflecting sober fragments of my innermost light and darkness; the machinations and sweeping undercurrents of my poetic mind; the kindling of my heart's fancy and longing. I suppose I am simply in love with the dark, quietly illuminating philosophical and artistic brilliance of the past, with its sinking signals and dusty coals burning deep in the ash, where one, if they look hard enough, can catch a glimmer of a faint glow still red with the raw essence of life.

Go ahead and see for yourself at Blind Pony Books. Bear in mind that to understand what I'm speaking of requires looking through it all. A cursory glance will not suffice with a site of this magnitude.