At last the story can be told. I received this complicated boekie that purports to be part of my backpages, the missing Rodeo Years. The boekie itself is a wonderment of found materials including an old kerchief of mine. (see blue thingie above)
The entire text of the book is layered in the pink pages seen above. There is another auxiliary tale written on the kerchief.
The foreword was written by John Bennett. Maybe the foreword was on the kerchief? Hmmm. The story itself recounts my years as a rodeo clown and then, after I discovered Scar Smasher, the secret potion that miraculously heals scar tissue (as well as hairline windshield cracks and some stucco repair), my years as a potion mogul. All, of course, fabrications of the febrile mind of the dkult enthusiasts, bless their hearts. But, truth is stranger than friction: I was, in fact, a rodeo clown back in old Los Altos, California. Here's a picture of moi back then, not so many years ago as the crow flies.
And thanks to all who have waited patiently to see their works blogged here in technicolor with real hollywood production values. It's been a rocky summer in more ways than two and now we have this deep embarrassment to the Republic to wade through like another horrific reality TV show. (Blood rises to hard ball stage here). This too will pass. Deep breaths.
Finally, a word of good bye and thank you to Susan McCallister with whom I corresponded for about two years. Not many pleasantries, just straight art back and forth. Here is the first piece she sent me and my favorite. I will miss her.