Bountiful long days with amazing produce by Gentleman and Earthen Spouse |
It just so happens that our inbox was blessed with that long (and not exactly lost) missive from our sculpture brother in a new zipcode with a new story that we have not gotten the yarns of yet. We used to go to junkyards together and bang on pieces of metal in the yard, making our musics in the grease
of chaos with young strong knees, giant magnets, colorful fluids, wrecks and gone-byes of every shape, size, material, smell and weight.
"Hey Art Ranger - Was just hoofin along the roadside here in Texas and you've been along for the twisting winding walk"
recoiled snake skin |
Rusted ole rack of nails by the curb |
And R.I.P. KD |
the banana peel genre |
Traffic furniture finding a new skittle to love |
Dang - We still hang on every word. And to the friendships where (we get each other level) with long antennae tentacles intersecting the decades. Where the Ranger has lived in two different locales in the last 30, this dear one - so many many placements and new pathways. He'll let us fiction alize in the mean time."You take a long time finding your own voice," said Waits ..his speaking voice itself a kind of song, "to find the limits of it or the faraway endless possibilities it may have ... Singing is just doing interesting things to the air. Elongating it and twisting it into shapes."
How a guy landed in Bostrop?
is a car ride where he opened the
door to stretch his well built knee
and out fell his boot
that was that a sign
that afternoon on a sidewalk
he met a women he had known for thousands
of years
he's building in batches
a roof over their heads
not someone who needs
to fold his socks
but planetary motion
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