What good is all I've learned in this combustion of words I chose to think afflatus unless it's alchemist's fire and it's yet to be seen what I am become and not in this arroyo but in the cells of that triumphant beast in whom Giordano Bruno* burned? Make of this doodah and fooling around a wheeling kite and hand its string to a bastard child who will in glorious spite let it go. *Giordano Bruno, the last "heretic" burned at the stake in 1600 by the Catholic Church.
Thank you, Lee. I was making still images with a camera from my TV set's cop show when I got the idea of writing this. I donlt know what the connection might have been.
Love it also - but especially that last sentence - it just knocks my socks off!
Thank you, Lee. I was making still images with a camera from my TV set's cop show when I got the idea of writing this. I donlt know what the connection might have been.
terrific! love it.