POETIC LICENSES

\\\\\ To me I can and I do Do what I want When I want to Now I want to To me I made it up to you What I said to you Is not true Now it is true In my heart beating Beating far Into the far, far future In the mud that's on the tire On that sunny morning What a day before Riding bikes is so intense The foreign word That says Me for real Its me Still on my bike Love is turning Do it again It's you that I like Do you you say it's not true Do what i want When I want to Now I want to In my heart beating Beating far Into the far, far future Me for real Me for real

  For whatever reasons, ATONEMENT is flashing its 'scenes' in my mind....repeatedly.....as have many images of Vanessa Redgrave, and of Rosalind Russell, both of whom I've 'worshiped' for half a century......So, again, back to the keyboard, today......inspired by two 'surface-dissimilar', half century apart influences......Patrick Dennis's LITTLE ME (1958) and Ian McEwan's ATONEMENT (2007).....After my aborted and discarded 'true life adventure' outline for a novel that depicted the truth behind the fiction, I've reverted to the previously discarded attempt at the illustrated fiction behind the truth....an even more daunting task.....realizing that both were plausible impossibilities.....So, I am also abandoning my rather obsessively punctilious requirement of seamless rhetoric and logical point of view, grammatical correctness and relative linearity......and, most importantly, the 'problem' that i have with....well......even in ...

I have relinquished my morose nature of earlier today, but the anger that was suppressed by it is kicking my cobwebs....a white moth engages a black butterfly.....by scent alone, compelled... then, distracted by others.....of millions....of subsets of  thought and perception, wherein physicality is not consciously within the realms of dreaming...the chemistry of thought, having obliterated...for a fraction of a second....the nanosecond before.....a new Universe manifests via the artfulness of intuition and false memories, to reveal the Grand Incomprehensibility. ......Such are the scribbled notes left on the pad by the bed, that the dreams might be remembered, in the shorthand of semi-consciousness...... A REMINDER FROM 'HAIR'....... "LET THE SUNSHINE IN~"  Some afternoon cheerfulness that I gave to a stranger, who, exasperated and depressed, slumped against my mailbox....The 'painting', inspired by Bruce Riley, was done with a paper clip, and some old paint...