Bio Gatherings

6/9/24  I saw image sliced into ribbons and displayed. I saw the sliced image confetti-ized on the page floating about like molecules. This is said in defense for when Once upon a time there were two fatties that came over and sat on the berm. That was  June of 1986. We had pulled up in a uhaul and a car, she in the car, me in the van,  the week prior to her entering status as an intern nearby. We were 2 miles from her hospital, among the shoes from power lines, the derelict needles, the scowls and the discontents, on the evening when the freeway was built- that's when the fatties sat on the berm. For some unknown reason  out of this this was made what you read here in the thousands pages as it was making, during the baking, as it were a dish that it became, over the  40 years or so until today when you hold it in your hand, we knew, we always knew it was what it is, it was just added up. Everything here is true and some parts are made up. There was never any Turk. But we needed a publisher. But the book wouldn’t appear so that must be because it was ate. Who would eat an Ook. It went something like this, so in the middle of incessant trips to the desert of the Four Peaks, kids in tow, to draw pastel up the trails of rocks, while our Sufferer interned below, we climbed and hiked and walked the rivers and sat on cottonwood roots in the summers and Falls, but we were there when her shifts ended. Had to be, there was only one car. This goes on and on. The pastel drawings prove it,. This is written in the blood. Now it is in print. There is this to say. If that author always knew it was good I always knew it was a work of the comic splendor of our lives in the paradox labyrinth bubbles  that blew. Pop! That’s why this is the Dame of Guapa Pop. POP the bubble. Pop the Disney orangutan mind. I always knew it was this and have lived all these years in its glory. Now had it never appeared we would have heard he was great but he never proved it. But now it appears we will hear, he couldn’t get anyone to publish this stuff and it never influenced anybody, won no prizes. In fact nobody read it at all. Ipso facto sum Before I stand before, you said, the Lord of all, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hear my voice I will come in to him and sup with him and he with me. I have no idea what this visitor would want with this making. Maybe it’s just that he likes to have fun with his creation. You know the phrase. That is why I took up clay.  Learned this one thing, when you make a creation in clay, fold it and bend it and caress it into being, you must let it go gently, with a soft touch allow the impress of your own hands to be received in the memory and life you have given it and then in this gentle, long release you allow it its life and as it goes through the processes of and dynamics you enjoy the beauty, but it is not quite what you expected. You have to accept it for what it is. For the fire bakes out impurities and the air adds color, and the ingredients in the clay and grit shine through. Even it it wouldn’t stand on its own it can lie on its side. Even it falls it will rise!!! So with this Guapa Pop. All of it. You will think it odd that in all the  takings I release it to the one who made me. To him be all the praise. Praise be to the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost, as it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

6/17/24 What if you don’t? What if you take another breath with the evening hawk at the top of that branch, looking out unmoving as the birds wing by, but dove’s feet accumulate at the base of the tree? Another breath is filled with joy as the mockingbird on the flagpole leaps while singing back and forth before the sun. and the humming birds like portable microphones hover over the man to broadcast his desire because they see a grown son  lost in the wilderness of Disney world can still find a new hatched baby mantis just below the walk and  pick it up gently in his fingers at the same time he is oblivious. 

Conversations with exegetical and epistemological strategies applied out of the ordinary dedicate an extensive commentary that scholars debate, the authorship of which purports no less than to prescribe how it should be read, that is, as “polysemous, having many meanings,” requiring a manifold approach; specifically,  the availability of literal, allegorical, moral, and anagogical readings. These seem mythical and political, mystical withal, none of it was planned ahead but seen  as happening before the eyes, written down to understand. Living visions, apparitions if you like, but actually seen in some part of the visible world, that vanished. Some were turned into visible art, sculpture and remain, not as they were originally, but in the next form of creation. If you ask is it exciting to do this work when you don’t know what it is until discovery, it is compulsion in the hours of  night when others sleep, after each episode.