Moleskine ® - Legendary notebook - The Dinosaur Book Is Green Fire

Videopoem with a time-lapse drawing in my beloved Moleskine folio sketchbook A4. Text below for those who might wish to translate into their own language. And the dinosaur's book is green fury. Promethea's curls and flanks, her energy, combustible. Promethea has been dancing on the 200 billion year old dinosaur skull in the glass box that hangs on the wall since the beginning. Petrescent, converting into stone, from water. What isn't liquid suddenly flows. Like lava. Boiling. Ancient skull without skin, or legs, or beating organs. Body without organs. The body whose. Stone. Whose bones are petrified. In fine volcanic ash, for billions of years. I can read pathways on your bones, a scored map of the earth, embossed hieroglyphics. Your garrulous breaking voice in the sparking dust of fireworks, like millions of dancing fireflies, an exploding outwards. Your carapace is prophecy, what bends time in on itself, grounding. You are earth stilled to wisdom. Ancient, shell of secret signs, messages from the eons. Mesozoic creature. Who lived happily on the banks of the stream that was blocked by volcanic mud creating a 12 mile lake that lasted for another 80 million years before volcanic eruptions buried it. Where is your riverbank? Slow mulching of sweet grasses, sipping freshest of fresh water, dear ancestor. Another bit of corporeality in the drama that began billions of years ago when we all, our possibility, came to be in the expanding light and the fiery dust that settled into our solar system, and into the earth, and into your exoskeleton, with its oracular markings, star charts, which is now rock, condensed history. "I am writing it just behind the burning bush, by the light of your blaze," says Hélène.1 And I see you, remembering the warm fertile lush land of 200 million years ago, growing a body, organs beating, a fury of blood, following Promethea across invisible mountains, down hallucinated valleys, into the heart of the volcano that continually explodes, bursting you forth.