More Sighs From New Mexico

[David Stafford]

I haven't been present here much and I would like to say that I had Beri Beri or a bout of Scurvy or some other exotic excuse but the truth is I have fallen behind...way behind in my gratitudinal offerings. This is a chronic problem for me as many of you know. I have received art in the past few months from (in no particular order) Marie Wintzer, Marie Wintzer and Marie Wintzer, also Dame Mail Arta, Gilberte Vermeulen, Helder Coelho Dias, Nadine Wendell Mojica, Diane Keys, Janine Weiss, Michael Harford, LIsa Iversen, tictac, Kerri Pullo, Carina Granlund, Suus in Mokum, Vizma Bruns, Cheryl Penn, Moan Lisa, Dean Marks, Lesley Magwood Fraser, Angie Cope, Cheryl H., Katerina Nikoltsou and Nancy Bell Scott. Thank you, thank you, thank you...O good people, forgive me my trespasses and my lapses. Marvelous textures, dadaesque poetry and porn, a cornucopia of trashpo, an embarrassment of riches and rags, and books....many books. Print may be dying but books are coming up through the cracks in the pixelated grid and fighting back with stitch and staple, tape and string. I'm trying to get back on track here but the guilt factor has dampened my enthusiasm for creating. I know this problem exists in my head but unfortunately this is the head I was given at birth and one that has to see me through a few more years...so I am officially copping out by pressing the big reset button and starting anew. What this means when the obfuscation is cleared away is you may not see what you've sent me appear in the blogosphere. This doesn't mean I didn't appreciate it. It does mean that I have to make a difficult choice between blogging and creating and goldurnit I selfishly want to do the latter. As a wise old man said, "time is more precious than gold but water is more precious than either of them and lemonade is good on a hot day." He continued in this vein until we had to drag him away. Please forgive me. I'll try to do better. I'd like to quote a few things from some books I've read recently:

"I thought the ink

Had run out

The ideas

Dried up

The words

Wasted

The ghost gone

...

She had to wonder

What on earth could

Go Wrong

next?

What would be the last

Words

Ever written?

Would the world

still be able to even

spell

goodbye?

 --Cheryl Penn

and this.....

Your request will be late late late! The far side will be found later. The person you wait for will go singing through the air. Building a new house and removal are both visible in the gloom. Marriage, employment and traveling are only on three legs.

--Marie Wintzer, A Musical Tinkle

and finally....

I have received and understand the instructions in this handout.

-- Diane Keys, Keep This Coupon

 

The somewhat less enchanting Dave

 

[Katerina Nikoltsou (MomKat)]

Always enchanting , even with piranhas!

[Dean aka Artist in Seine]

OH I had forgotten about the udders.  They were inflated when I put them in the post box.  I know now that it was udderly ridiculous, but one must try.  Happy your laughs didn't turn sour.

[David Stafford]

No, no, you sent me the plastic Japanese inflatable cow udders...they wrecked my scanner but I was able to milk them for laughs.

[Dean aka Artist in Seine]

Cheers David, I don't remember if I sent you this or the three chicken feet glued to cardboard.  Please confirm.

[Carina]

Great to hear from you David, go for creating!  XXX

[Lesley Magwood Fraser]

Blogjam over here in SA too - is it contagious? .... I must I must I must do some blogging.

[Marie Wintzer]

And what's this less enchanting Dave? That doesn't belong there.

[Marie Wintzer]

David, we love you just the way you are

:-))

[David Stafford]

I'm grateful....to all of you for your generosity, talent, embrace of the absurd and the overwhelming feeling of Yesitudinousness.

[De Villo Sloan]

David, Ronald Reagan - whom I believe ended your run for the presidency in the 70s - famously said: "I paid for this microphone."

Now he wasn't talking about blogging, but I think it's pretty much the same concept. You should not feel guilty. And, damnit, people should be grateful.