After hearing from Rena after forty-four years, and considering going to a Montana to see her, I saw a cultural show-down, not unlike the one when I went to the Wayne Morse Plaza last week. SLEEPS was shot down by the Mayor Kitty. Are the Rosy Chalk Wars over? Note the stary night and Iren’s mural. https://rosamondpress.com/2014/01/17/waiting-for-artaud/
Rena Victoria’s return in a more fleshy form (ink and paper) is equivalent to Eve returning to Adam in Paradise. A New Genesis is under way, as I own four pages of divine suggestions worthy of the Sistine chapel, such as this one;
“I see you are quite left-leaning. Please do not, in your urban world, be too hard on cattle producers and red-neck women. We are human too!”
Perhaps this is not a commandment from the omnipotent pedagogy, but, it is a wished for course correction that points the prow of my ship towards a more feminine, thus peaceful star. If I don’t want the source of my inspiration flow, to be cut-off, I will do my best to write the most profound apology in the history of the English language. James Joyce, move over.
For a warm up I am going to author a short story about two…
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