Happy Valentine’s Day !
Here’s a Poem that Poemetheus & I composed
to honor you on this day of Gratitude & Love.
We hope you like it. If you don’t, you can always
return it to the Hardware Store & redeem it for a
few Sponges & a Bucket Of Nails & Screws.
YOU SPILL MY COFFEE
YOU SPILL MY TEA
YOU SPILL YOUR LOVE
ALL OVER ME &
HAPPY I WILL BE
WHEN, LIKE FISHERMAN
& SAILORS, RESCUING
THEIR BOATS FROM
THE SEA, A SAFE PORT
NEARS AS THEIR
TO SPILL THEIR SPOILS
A DOOR IN THE SUNSET
OUR FEARS FROM
AN ‘US’ TO A ‘WE’
& FROM THOSE WHO
DROWN IN ANXIETY.
14 February 2023
Milano, the Universe
Happy ‘Giorno di San Valentino’ !
We ‘Italians’ (notice how I wrote ‘We’, wow, a passport & citizenship can really go to a man’s head !), are some Cake Loving Bitches & we are fortunate to live quite near to one of THE oldest & most revered of Milano’s legendary Pasticceria, ‘COVA’.
On any occasion for which a cause for celebration calls, the Madame Maitreya usually orders 2 Cakes, one for breakfast, the other for ‘dopo cena’ in the evening. And as these cakes are always as fresh as new rain, I needn’t worry about consuming more ‘additives & preservatives’ than my blood can comfortably absorb without punishing my inattention with inflammation, as well as any other dogma which I’ve accepted as fact, until the merciless drone of it seduces me into letting it go as but just another theory that I had chosen to believe.
For Xmas, my boys got me a Hoodie & Wool Cap from the San Francisco Giants franchise, as they knew that it was the first team I rooted for in Baseball as a child, which, though I follow the Miami Dolphins (a lifelong sufferer), the LA Lakers (since master Kareem came to the team), Juventus in Calcio (a wise inherited choice since it is the family team of my wife & in Italia, it would be easier to get away with being a Communist marrying into the family of a Fascist sympathizer than to root for a rival of the family squad), & both the Florida Panthers & Tampa Bay Lightning in Hockey, is still my favorite sport.
But they also understand the symbolism’s gravity since my wife & I were married 20 years ago, this end of June in the church of San Francesco of Assisi, who the town of San Francisco is named after. And he is the Patron Saint of our Family since the name follows us around like a puppy follows upon the heels of a young ragamuffin soul lost in his thoughts & the thicket of boyhood dreams.
My Francesca, our eldest being Francesco Mingus, my baptism name also (Sananda Francesco), & a grandfather who was christened Frank, while naming my mother Frances & his 2cd eldest son Frank Jr.
So we are clearly stamped with some heavy ‘Franziskaner’ vibes.
My boys Mingus & Federico Elvis were also both born (2010, 2012) in the years that the Giants won World Series & the Madame & I were contemplating adding another, which by the calculus of the rhythm we’d established, would’ve turned up in ‘14 (another year of Giants Triumph), before we decided that our hands were full enough & we would let it be as it was. So, I informed the boys that until they were ready (if interested), to select their own teams, the Giants were their team by default. Besides which, they like the LOGO, & as residents of one of THE 4 Cornerstone ‘Perfume Bottle Towns’, the MILANESE have great respect for BRANDING.
I salute the spirit of LOVE on this day, in ALL of its Solar, as well as Lunar phases.
Neither is Love as simple as a Greeting Card would have us accept, as we all know that while Love can be enlightening, Love can also be ‘DARK’ & as subtle as a wrench to the back of the head. People have been CREATED in the name of Love, but in the same breath others have been Killed by the untamed power of the same force.
So while Love is Fair, it is also equally as Dangerous, Confusing, & at times, as Moody & Fickle as Fog. But we honor & commemorate it still because it is a threshold through which we all must pass.
I salute also the Madame Maitreya.
Trust me that ANY Woman who can put up with, & survive an Artist for almost 20 years, (& a few years of courtship beyond it) is very SPECIAL & very STRONG, if not a bit masochistic, as Angels tend to be, since Artists by nature trend towards at least enough masochism to enable the endurance of a vengeful, brutal profession, & the MUSE as an at times indigent & indifferent mistress.
Then again, it is THROUGH our suffering that we come to know the value of Love in its most tender form, that Love in its eternal essence will never abandon those whose WILL TO LOVE is perhaps even greater than their WILL TO LIVE.
And though it may be BLIND (at times), its COMPASSION is never far behind.
SANANDA MAITREYA !
14 February 2023
Il Mondo Universale.
© TreeHouse Publishing, 14th Feb 2023