One can say most Americans are ‘Attention Nazis’. I believe I concluded this when I was dating Marilyn Reed. I had taken her into someone’s backyard that was overgrown with weeds. I would go back there and work on the sketch for my new painting. There was an old crate, bottles, pans, and other junk. I was seventeen.
“Do the owners let you come back here?” M asks.
“I don’t care. No one has come out of the house and asked me to leave!”
On our first date I told M about Bill, and our philosophy that artist are obligated to TRESPASS in order to – get at the art. This is why I am so endeared to Trespass Belle.
“I want to do ugly paintings from now on. All the attention-getting tricks have been deployed. Art is dead. Let’s be honest.”
Marilyn was confused. I told her I would never have a job, which suggests a false ownership. Jobs own you! Getting attention – owning attention! How strange. Let me give yo some attention. A week later I caught Arnold Palmer checking out Marilyn’s sixteen year old ass over at Kathy’s, Mayor Yorties ex-girl Friday, who got me on the phone with Raymond Burr to get me hung in his new gallery. Did M love getting some attention from someone who gets much attention because he is famous”
What I saw on the show ‘Breaking Hate’ was the Killer Nazi were Attention Seekers. Some of them wanted to start a race war, like Charlie Manson. This brings me to…………
MY FIRST PUBLIC PHONE CONVERSATION I HAD, THAT I FOISTED ON INNOCENT BISTANDERS!
This is something I said I would never do. Today, Marilyn ‘The Ex-Model’ understands my art philosophy – probably more than I do. because she reads novels about artists. Needless to say, my sister Christine was elated he brother was a real eccentric artist, who shared his strange ideas with her. What Marilyn is telling me, on the phone, while I saw in Berger King, is she met Charlie Manson at the Sphan Ranch. Cult Leader, Donald Trump, just invited G7 to meet next time at his golf course. POTUS has been accused of trying to start a Race War.
Of course Christine Rosamond Benton saw how much ATTENTION I was getting doing Anti-Attention Art – and took up art in order to get some attention – too! Duh! The reason I have become such a Attention Hog, is, my sister’s success……Wrote Me Dead!
Whenever M and I get into a Info-Mix-Up we end up shouting at one another. At the end of our conversation, a young Mexican guy about eighteen is looking at me. I study him, and conclude he never heard of Charlie Manson and Squeaky Fromm. They could be Springfield Freaks as far as he knew.
Before I took my Old Man Nap, the title I chose for this post was………….
‘God, Guns, and Tie-Dye’
I found myself is the exact epicenter of Hatred. I saw violence. I saw a huge man about six foot four come up behind a sixteen year old girl – and give her a powerdul shove! Then the giant shoved a young man about eighteen, and he went flying. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. A line of strong men kept coming around that corner, that edge next to the statue of Morris! The drums were blazing! Everyone in Eugene knows this is where the Clitorus of the Goddess is located. Here is her main atery and birth channel. This is where the Cosmic Throbbing is located, and these men violated her – BIG TIME!
About forty women saw – MANHANDLING!. They let out this sound – that still gives me goosebumps to hear it. This is what Julius Caesar heard when he went against the Picts in Britain. Then, came the bloodcurdling screams of the Irish Banshee Women.
In they came – like a wall of flesh! I moved in with them and stood where I placed my Christian Amazon, Mirriam Starfish Christiling. This is where Belle and Alley dreamed of catching me, and here they come, the Alley Valkyries of Hades – IN MY FACE!
A couple of women got punched in the face! The look on the face of God’s Gunners, was utter fear. Maybe, just maybe their bodies will be sent home to their mother and father. But, I saw them being shredded by those witches knives, those crescent moon shaped slicers, that go for the ears – and then the gentrifies! The poet Robert Graves does a number on these knives.
Then, when you thought there was going to be a massive shrieking feline pile-on, with fur flying everywhere, there stood a young man holding up his Tie-Dye Wear with a big grin on his face. What guts! He put himself right there at the very core of Hatred and Violence. He reminded most of us, that the Saturday Marker is happening thirty feet across the road.
“Peace brother! Won’t you buy my Tie-Dye today!”
There was about ten seconds of silence. Then another young women got shoved! You heard what Phil Specter tited…………..A WALL OF NOISE! Then came the…………chant! I now knew why Alley moved to Paris. This was the next generation of real Crazy Women. You can not pull the batteries on them. There is no OFF switch. I looked to the perimeter of the crowd. The EPD was moving nonchalantly away, doing a Huck Fynn whistle. They had been on the receiving end of – THEM! They tried to warn these Bubba Sawyers – they were messing with the wrong crowd! This was no raft trip down Zippidy Do Dah River! This was…………. FUCKING NO MANS LAND!
Then I saw her! It was love at first sight! Here was my muse I have been looking for for my Tolkien Book. I felt her coming, and turned to catch her full beautiful symmetric face. She saw the affect she had on me, and gave me a stunning smile. She had wide tan shoulders. She was a foot shorter than Rena. She had powerful glutes, and a strong back. She jumped up and down with the beating drum. My camera captured the tremor of the beautiful layer of fat that lie under a woman’s flesh when she is about nineteen years of age. My heart skipped a beat…….
“My beloved Shield Woman. Lead your king into battle. You are my wedge, my edge, my blade…………..MY HAMMER!”
The long dark age that befell Camelot, is, over! Here is the basket of plenty, the bearer of the good children. So! This is what it feels like to wear a crown, and be king!
To be continued. coming up next…………MY VIDEOS!