Press*Release

The World of Poetry is no longer FLAT.
Discover a New*World of Home*Entertainment.

With the advent of Spoken Word performance and Slam style poetry reopening the doors of theatrical and coffee houses everywhere to the Starving*Poet, it is only a natural evolution that these three dimensional live shows should evolve into a multi sensual shared experience for the home audience.
A few brave pioneers over the years have taken spoken word performances and made night club style shows on video and DVD. This has been a valiant first step onto the Moon, but the vast universe of home entertainment is still a mostly unexplored realm for the poet.
Today that is no longer the case. In traditional Garage Band style, South Whidbey Island Poet, Bruce Larson*Moore of Rainbow*Brain Productions has taken the best of the technologies which have pulled readers away from the written word and created V.I.P.*Media.

V.isual I.mpact P.oetry
What is VIP*Media ?

These are NOT videos of poets reading poetry.
This is a Full*DVD experience.

A new form of home entertainment which can be enjoyed alone or shared with family and friends just as you do a movie rental.

Love*Rulz is a collection of Mini Movies, each 3 to 5 minuets in length that takes the viewer inside the story of the poem and into the mind of the poet. This is a moving book which opens its pages to reveal each individual drama using all the elements of a movie - including video, music and sound, which carries the audience into the emotional beauty of the spoken words in a way you’ve most likely never seen or experienced before.
Poetry to Share, change your life, change the world . . .

"Popcorn not Required"


Love*Rulz (Available on DVD;)
www.timeless-ink-press.com

Yuck*

aaaaaahhhhhhh......... the grass has grown again...... sorry i don't have more pressing problems to blog about, but i'm hoping everyone else is doing enough of that and that a few souls might just want to come here and lie under the rainbow on my grass for a while, after i get it cut again that is ............ aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh....... good*grief.....

off i go to "hack it back", i love the nature of things, we should keep as much of it as possible, ya*think ??

Sunshine*Sunshine

spring is springing !! and the grass is growing ;(
time for one of my favorite activities, getting rid of sod, down with lawns . . . up with food . . .

Gardener

Stooped in prayer like reverence, head bowed with gracious and intent peace, hands clasping new life unto soils cradle, this cultivating soul ponders the reaches of nature, delves into her ingenuity, marvels at the wonderment of life’s tenacious dedication, their quiet rapport professed in serene mannerism and temperament, grant testimony of a profound attachment, weaving the fibers of creation and tradition upon our terrestrial loom, the gardeners spirit constitutes the essence of our destiny.

©Bruce
8-14-99
Tok, AK

Social*Question

Analog: a person or thing seen as comparable to another: the idea that the fertilized egg contains a miniature analog of every adult structure.

How are you living your life ?
Is it an analog of a stated reality ?
The structure of every adult concept
and fear given to the child ?

Or are you pursuing the experience in high definition ?

©Bruce Larson*Moore

Stepping*Out

hey*blog,

today i'm stepping out beyond the gates and santuary of my realm, taking my inner self and child to those who may be interested in what is offered, this i do with an ache in my heart and a tight knot in my gut, as i know the world for what it is, but i also know the potential of what it could*be, thus i must take the responsibility of the risk.

Rejection

Swimming in seas of doubt, treading emotional distrust as flooding worldly rains deluge your soul, tides of fate force direction upon us, gasping to retain self-worth and a semblance of orientation, time drags with the seeming weight of a quarrelsome pachyderm pacing before our path, an overwhelming pageant of perceived failure ominously orbits around this helpless attitude, through these tight corridors of apparently ordained circumstance are led the hopes and dreams of accomplishment.

©Bruce
7-21-99
Tok, AK

Missing*Her

hey*blog,

i was missing my*love the other day, which presented an oppertunity for me to remember all the things we enjoy together, and so i left her a message on her cell, that helped, and it felt*good to know she knew.

Remembering

The touch of your sweetness, the curve of your lips, how I feel wrapped in the soft halo of your presence, holding hands, talking plans, waking together, stroking pleasures, silent looks, your intellect glowing over a book, the casual ease our love employs, dinner for two, the entire night just for me and you, snuggling deep in your arms, bathing in your charms, remembering all the special things we share, remembering how we care, remembering I want you there.

©Bruce
5-9-00
Tok, AK

hello*blog

it's a crisp, sunny, dry day. an Open kind of day. yea for sure it is.

Open

The sun rose in my spirit today, as it does each morning, some days are gloomily overcast, others kind of a stormy gamble, a few spin in a foreboding whirlpool drawing life and limb toward the dark central vortex, then every so often there comes a gem, one which oozes with such splendid wonder that my heart is spun into a gambol, filled with courageous willing, a magnified glory of inclusiveness, this was such a day, one to gather cordial thoughts, to feel the generosity of life and give freely of its sensations, to gawk happily upon the outcome, to pursue goals with fearless and triumphant intention, and to stare intently into the fullness of the love presiding over the fragrant substance of all the precious ordinary glimpses of this moving joy of relativity for which my soul is a glutton.

©Bruce
11-7-99
Tok, AK

time for some living*poetry - garden*time.

later*

First Blog*Thoughts

Welcome*

This is my first weblog experience, since the whole thing seems a bit like peeking over the fence into another persons yard, i think it would be best to start with the scribble which i most wish others to see before they come through my garden gate, thus hopefully that gaze will become a reflecting look into one's own yard.


Enter *

As you endeavor to cross through this portal,

please, come without hindrance,

strip the embellished social armor,

shed the token emblems of mortal faith,

eject the insistent skirmish of Machiavellian dogma,

remove the polished characteristics of expert skill,

drop every fear at the gateway that is offered,

pose without facade, naked and tender......

for here at the center of this heart,

you will find only compassion and love,

as you enter, please....

understand we are touching*souls.....

forever*.....

©Bruce
02-17-01
Tok, Alaska

PS - I use the term "scribbles" for my poetry because they are the purest form of my souls inner child which I'm able to express to other realities. To me the word scribble is a bond to that child and elevates the work to the reality of creation.

Also for future reference, my spelling is "not so good" , i depend greatly on a spell checker, which of course is only slightly better than the person running the check, so there you have it.

later*

Bruce Larson*Moore
Of Poetic*Service