This Blog –

Not for the first time, I’ve been asked: “What’s the purpose of your blog, Peedeel?”

I can only counter this with a question of my own: “Must it have a purpose?”

But of course we live in a utilitarian society where everything must have purpose. So my blog is a place where I share my passion, the things that I’m thinking about, the things that fascinate me intellectually and the things that attract me aesthetically and emotionally.

How’s that for an answer?

Literature, poetry, creative writing, all are here: good and bad; mysticism and magic, too, appear; as does art, of course, painting, photography, film and music.

But more than anything, my blog is about LOVE!

Love is the supreme power of this universe, and when we touch that magical, indescribable power, even in the simplest of circumstances, we feel it in every fiber of our being. It is the clockwork mechanism that makes this world go round. It is the source for all inspiration; for all human creativity.

I remember, as if it were only yesterday, my first wide-eyed staring into the face of love. Such a bitter sweet experience it was, too. And as a young boy I learned Love hurts…

Yes, fire burns, it’s true, boys & girls.

Visiting my blog should be like visiting the largest bookshop in the world. Or a huge antiques emporium, you know, one of those places that smells of the musty past, of lives lived long ago, and filled to overflowing with interesting knick-knacks. Things you can pick up and handle – and ask, who owned this? Who touched this before me? What did they use it for? An ancient teddy bear with one eye, threadbare and obviously much loved by some Victorian child; a multi-coloured glass-globe; a tarnished piece of jewelry. Fragments from history; items to browse and wonder on.

I would like to see my blog influence its many visitors – perhaps cause them to seek out those authors or artists they were unaware of and examine more of their work. I would like their visit to be accompanied by a sense of wonder, intrigue, and excitement. I would like them to think hard about spiritual love, and physical, fleshy love – where bodily hormones are raging! It is through good sex, after all, that we feel an expansion of our own human experience. Yes, this would be my ideal. To turn everyone on –

Just like the Beatles song, Day in the Life: “I’d love to turn you on.”

So imagine this great big emporium with shadows lurking in its four corners. Here you will find fetishistic love, bondage, bawdy suggestion, throbbing need. What else? Poetry, of course. There’s a million ways to write poetry. To be a poet implies a change of consciousness. It involves, if you like, the constant practice of spiritual exercises –

Yes, as Shelly said, in his A Defence Of Poetry – Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

Just that and nothing more.

P