[Photo] March 1
I would be William Shakespeare—zounds. / But I am madder than 12 Ezra Pounds. [Poem]
This is a mad-capped, in-the-tradition-of-modern-art depiction of a notice I received from my bank, Wells Fargo, telling me that my account had, imagine, been inexplicably compromised, but through the bank’s humble, heroic and unremunerated efforts, no one was able to pilfer from me the $4.27 I keep in my checking account, so that I might feel secure.
I am doing a series, maybe 6 or 7, of photographs inspired by the late wonderful and great abstract expressionist Mark Rothko. This is the first.
(photo) The next door neighbor mowing the grass. Bethany Beach Delaware July 3 2012.
This is a picture I took while driving 50 m.p.h.
Scientists know: I no genius, merely the sum of my chemicals (some republican, some democrat, some independent) streaming through my forlorn aorta, source of all things metaphysical , along with what good Dr. Strangelove refers to as “precious bodily fluids”.