POETIC LICENSES

"now.....the Editing......" from a thousand pages to 'ONE'....then, strike...make that 'slash', through the parts that don't 'work'....The "truck" doesn't come for another 4 days......it takes claws, with intent, to separate shallow integument from the Life that pulses, beneath the surface.....

  HELL'S GATE......ROTORUA, NEW ZEALAND......FROM MY LAST 'SERIES' DONE WITH A 'FILM CAMERA'.......

  I've spent enough time in my Dark Labyrinth.........and have heard from pink-faced Hittite griffins that watch from behind dark clouds, that I need a little honey with the whey in my golden bowl.......where are those bread crumbs that I left along the way, Petronius? I'm hungry for some sweet nectar and a cake of manna, be it bdellium....be it but the whooshing of butterfly wings.......

this old painting never made it 'upstairs'... ...even for 'Easter'......perhaps, it should be relegated to being sliced up to make a container for a collection of 'religious relics'.....or, become part of my 'Burn The Art....It's your's after all...you can do what the hell you want with it, can't you?'.....right after this afternoon's decoupage project, however......weaving placemats from strips of old, crappy drawings......following one of the prime directives....not Star Trek's.....of never wasting anything that can be put to another purpose.......I just dug a couple of loaves of stale bread that were atop my next door neighbor's garbage 'can' and tossed them into my front yard...for the birds and other critters......remarking to my neighbor, "that old tennis racket's good for swatting carpenter bees, you know"..... The Looks one gets! My 3rd grade 'art project' was making pot holders from discar...