FootNoteFridays w/ CT Ballentine

Spent the week on a horror film set with the nice folks at Monster Tale Films, 

staring into much too bright of lights and holding a microphone attached to a big, heavy stick.

It's a dazzling and occasionally hypnotic lifestyle: 

waking pre-dawn to hide out in a blacked-out house where daylight never comes,

 staring into creepy hallways while men with guns drawn advance on doors with monsters 

all the more frightening for their lack of visibility.

Today I was not scheduled to be on a horror film set. 

I decided to take a break from the modern world and exercise my inner Luddite. 

Foregoing buses or cars, I took a long and slow stroll up Shatuck into Berekely,

 thinking to make for the library and indulge in self-prescribed research projects

 (What would Donne have to say about internet memes? Is the “baud”

 in both Baudelaire and Rimbaud significant?

 Is the “baud” of computer science somehow connected to the oscillation between a poet who quit publishing as a teenager and one who didn't start until his thirties?

 Is their Gravity there? Voltage?)

 I never made it. 

The sidewalk display full of used books did what it's supposed to and sucked me into Pegasus Books.

They've got a wide selection of calendars, music, and books.

 I was drawn mostly to their science fiction and fairy tale sections.

 Particularly, this book on dragons.

Lately the world's been intent on showing me all of its majestic fantasy—

whether through modern movie camera technology, 

whimsical fairy tales, or the poem I've posted below by Samuel Coleridge, 

which he wrote after meeting a natural science professor who had noted electrical sparks emanating from flowers 

                          (For real!! It's called vegetable phosphorescence, about which you can read here)                            the world is clearly well stocked in terms of totally
unexpected awesome phenomena. 

We'll never be bored!

Good job Universe!

weLOVEyou

ToTheMoonAndBack

xoxox

ThisSideOfTheMoon

'Tis said, in Summer's evening hour

Flashes the golden-colour'd flower

A fair electric flame:

And so shall flash my love-charg'd eye

When all the heart's big ecstasy

Shoots rapid through the frame!

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