Verde: greening of electrons

a video poam about the first three lines Frederico Garcia Lorca's "Somnambule Ballad" and the role of green in a longterm romance. Made for Valentine's Day and is a companion to "Verde," a prose piece available at poetrymagazine.org. The text may be read at encyclopedia.com (http://www.encyclopedia.com/doc/1G1-158623700.html)

Celebrates love of a long time, love that loves long time
--amor del tiempo largo--

the enduring power of Lorca, a thoroughly nourishing poetry.

The photo is by strexx of strexx.com (http://www.strexx.com).

Script of "verde: greeingof electrons':
"The green me, avocado cream on my face to maintain suppleness I've kept longer than most women my age, just so he can say to me in the middle of the night verde que te quiero verde, so I am green in soft green light from a bulb the size of insects in the green, green forest of the Amazon. Bedside numbers flash green time, green silk sleep bonnet covers my rollers with match for the gown slit from thigh to hem like a melon splitting the moment the knife approaches, blade green with reflection so that ripeness cuts into ripeness as only diamond cuts diamond, hundreds of green facets and dimensions. We night-dance, as if in a bowl of avocado soup, our movements those of green aurora, this one silk and avocado, electrified like borealis, like australis, effect of the interaction of charged particles for thirty-five years. The greening of electrons, my teeth green when my smile catches fractions of green time in which the night became as intimate as a little square. Wanting to say everything possible, he says the only poetry he knows, I want you green, and I become green, as if made of the sea, of algal bloom, of green skies that let go of a bounty of hail, so green that under the gown is green tea and cucumber lotion, so I am green to his nose when his eyes close, green to the touch, lotion under his nails. He asked me my favorite poet when I was eighteen, and I said Lorca. He said verde que te quiero verde for the first time on our eighteenth anniversary."

Written by and spoken by Thylias Moss
(who also writes poems from time to time as Alita Oso).

The full version (five minutes) of this film was part of the VVF (Venturous Vanguard Film Festival) and may be seen on the forkergirl channel (http://www.youtube.com/forkergirl).

When I was eight a boy painted my name in green marker on his arms, the green of purpose, of my verdant future, seeing what men good to me see, my father pointing out the planet Venus, its green glow.

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[dollbye]

Gracias!

Such lovely love.

[forkergirl]

The situation demanded lovely love.

Thanks for your comment.

[goodgoodgoodful]

this poem is such an emerald then, if you know what I mean.

[xcuspinerax]

wtf?