University Scribbles From The Basement Boxes.......as I pursue my original intention of 'finding' an old photograph for a friend......but, easily distracted by the largesse of paper with words and images......i come across the 1967-8 plottage with black friction tape and now-hardened elementary school musilage glue....
More from the 'basement boxes'.....a page from my 1st book (attempt), that was assembled from correspondence done during summer 'recesses' from college, wherein I usually had plenty of time to write, draw, paint and collage....before returning to University, to spend months in more academic pursuits........I never showed any of this largesse of words to Donald Davidson, Cleanth Brooks, Dr. Finney or Robert Penn Warren.....thinking they just weren't 'hip' enough for my post-Agrarian jumbles of words and pictures....cut, sliced, glued and pasted, bound...and, generally, tossed to the trash or burned as ritual sacrifices.....the 'blood of the poet' mindset........toss the paper blood to the burning embers of total frustration, don some strange costuming, and walk...alone....on the blackest nights.....to the all night eateries.....where, 'playing the artiste', i could write on napkins, wipe ketchup from my lips...as blood....then ignite the napk
