Blog Post No. 1.

“Drawing the drawing drawing the hands drawing hands…”

I wouldn’t even know where to start! My God, what is the ‘point’ of all this?

I’m 52 years old in two weeks and desperate. I’m a carpenter for 25 years but went to art school! That should sum it all up! So now, with my wife & daughter, I have no visible/ invisible means of support, but for my life’s work in art, making crazy performance poetry in San Francisco and writing these endless journals and drawing my slanted, carpentry-influenced views of the city of San Francisco. One thing which is clear, all-2-clear-here & there: is that I write entirely too much! I mean, just looky-look around at all these journals.
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What am I going to do with all these poems & journals & drawings?! I really hope… I pray somehow that I break through with enough success to be free to edit, transcribe even a fraction of this, the better 1/10 of it, this… my life, my wife, my child, my God! That’s where you come in—this is a work-in-progress and there are plenty of things to purchase and ways to help out so we can go on. From the bottom of my heart to top of my aorta, I thank you!

From everyone to everyone according to everyone! I think Marx said that, Groucho Marx! Or was it Lenin. Everyone helps everyone in the New World! This is the ‘point’ of all of my work! Entertainment is part of it, but the real point of it is the freedom of everyone! Civil Rights does not end with elimination of discrimination; Civil Rights begins with Freedom; the freedom of everyone from economic enslavement & tyranny. Did I mention I’m desperate? And certainly, most “average” Americans have likewise been sold down that same “river”.

(What was that line, right about here? Mistah Kurtz?)