THE MEDIUM

i finally found a place for Guy Robinson's nude portrait of one of his ex-wives.....instead of critiquing his activities, she can monitor the folding of sheets and towels........

playing games that utilize dice or cards always makes me feel that there is an interconnectedness between minds & circumstance that will always lie outside our comprehension.......

I HAVE BOXES OF UNUSED STAMPS WHICH I COLLECTED IN MY PRE-TEEN YEARS......I KEPT THEM IN OLD DELISO DEBS SHOE BOXES. THEN, THERE WERE COLLECTIONS OF COINS, DRIED LEAVES, ARROWHEADS, SISSORS, SOUVENIR PENCILS OR ERASERS. THE LIST GOES ON......SO, I DON'T KNOW WHY I WAITED SO LONG BEFORE I BECAME AN ANTIQUE DEALER. ALL THIS "STUFF" IS STORED IN A WAREHOUSE. IT REMINDS ME OF THE LAST SCENE OF "CITIZEN KANE" WHENEVER I GO TO PERUSE THE COLLECTIONS. NOW, I COLLECT MY THOUGHTS AND PUT THEM INTO BLOGS.

  a poet/friend with whom i traveled to Rome for his reading of his book of writings, " From under the shade of Winter ", under the pseudonym of Eliott Dylan James, after T.S., Bob, and Henry.......... He married above his station, was soon divorced, and.....when last i saw him had remarried and was travelling with his new wife, by motorcycle......heading West........... Finding this old photograph has caused me to muse over his fate..........

behind the aspidistra, some defiance at the world........i had established my "commune" of friends who hung out at my posh little house in Garden Hills........my generous patron, Alma Wells, had just died of cancer, the house had been offered to me on the cheapside, by her widower, Bert, but i had no money......none......an acquaintance, Keith Rann, had just stolen all my savings, the stereo, my camera and my favorite pigskin Cassini leather jacket......a leak had begun in the roof, and it was time to exit this scenerio and move into the Unknown.......