City of Legends

Anyone who knows me at all knows Ihave the attention span of a fruit fly and a very mercurial sense of creativity.  "It started out as a cat, but about halfway through I was thinking about the way a coyote has such great facial exprsssions and horses have long legs and bulls have horns and how dumbfoundingly beautiful my second wife was and remembering a lovely woman-child with full lips, incredibly perfect breasts and dark, haunting eyes and the image of a woman dancing in just a man’s black shirt to the sounds of the night while I am pondering the evolution of the concepts of pantheism versus polytheism and suddenly the sculpture looks more like…er…something else. And why did I give it a prehensile tale with a stinger on the end?"  Yep, sounds like me.

The new book, loveaddict is getting much the same treatment as it evolves.  It is lucky to held onto it’s name this long (Well, "Throbbing Python of Love" is already an album name by Robin Williams, so that one was out.  Besides, do you really want to go into a bookstore and ask the clerk if he as a "Throbbing Python of Love"?  You might get smacked around.).  I have a mind to explain the forces behind the evolution, but I won’t (do you really need another parody of a travesty of a comedy of errors like unto last year’s "As such…"?  I don’t.  I will say that this is shaping up to be the most perfectly romantic and erotic collection of my work to date.

I am…pleased.  And that is not something I often say about my books projects.  While I find the writing of poetry painful but effortless, the stress of making decisions and pondering existing works as I put together a book is overwhelming.  I can rejoice in it when it comes out well, but I also have to deal with my ambivalence during the blacksmithing of the hot iron into a usable implement.

I have a cover photographer and model.  I have most of the works.  I have a concept.  I have a dedication (!).  Now it is the nature of the anvil against the fury of the hammer and the power that together they wield against the iron.  Oh, and the throbbing python of love.