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Journey to Ixtlan
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Picked it up in a free bin at the dump, needed some easy reading to get back in the habit of novels and longer reads.
Good, after it's fashion - while I'm wary of Castaneda - most of his writings, passed off as true, were later called into some question (amazing they weren't questioned at the time) - but, like a lot of writers his fiction is a means of expressing a deeper metaphysical or metaphorical truth. And despite the queer circumstances of his later life (read the Wiki here and The NY Times and Salon on his legacy), it was worth giving him the chance - don't judge the book by it's author, as it were. Vaguely inspiring.
Batshit's Birthday
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It's Batshit's birthday, and he's outside the restaurant waiting for the Ferry. I sit down to talk with him, he's still working on my nude - not the one I requested, but another he thinks just as good, a couple, and he's showing me pictures. And we're talking and he lets me know that it's Sophia Loren's birthday coming up, and he'll be going away to visit her for it, and he had a little leather purse made for her to honor the occasion...
And I admire it, because it's proof, in his mind, of their acquaintance, and a lot of money to spend on somebody if you don't know them to honor their birthday...
I've googled him, his real name ("Batshit"'s mine), and found no references. It's unique enough that somewhere, somehow, he should exist online. But he doesn't.
The next day he drops off the paintings (drawings) - and I would post them here, but for this disclaimer I discovered in the corner of one page:
So I'm bound. Damn. Because his stuff - it's good, great, in that outsider/mental-health sort of way. In future I'll content myself with describing it - large breasted women, photocopies, collages, found objects (posters, cards, flyers, etc), pencil-crayon, felt marker, mixed media. Absolutely nuts.
But there's something curious about them I'd like to share - and that's the reference to Baron Munchhausen. It's made again in these artworks, and - for those who don't know, Baron Munchhausen was famous for telling elaborate lies and exaggerations about his supposed adventures. Which hints to me that he's got self-knowledge, you only need the education and similar points of reference to make sense of it - he knows, and he's telling me - and without it I knew, but in this we're probably on the same page...
I will support him further, I'm his newest and favorite admirer - for the moment - and, should I collect enough of them I'd love to arrange a gallery showing - with the artist in attendance. This is Nelson, after all, and This is Fantastic.
A shimmering blue carpet in my fathers room
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Strange dreams...
I'm on a pier above a muddy pool filled with people, children, I fall (or jump) off, somehow the people all part, I land in it, 5 feet deep, up to my chest, enough to break my fall, and there's some things on me that I shouldn't have gotten wet...
...on my father's front step with the children, disabled, street kids, people, all from the neighborhood, didn't know he knew so many people...
...and now, up several flights of stairs, a wooden rail on the side, top floor of the house, my father's room, a shimmering blue carpet, warmly furnished and lit, in the bedroom but there are passages leading off from it to I don't know where. I'm blocked from entering by the railing, but one of the street kids has crawled over and somebody is passing him instruments, a banjo, a fine old guitar, other instruments that are being put away in it, I didn't know he played...
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I'm in an empty restaurant in the middle of the Playa, more a corporate boardroom, I have a single table, we're joking about how empty the place is, and I offer them entertainment, perhaps we can arrange something outside (everywhere outside there is only desert...), my son, daughter, some other children are out in the desert, they oblige, in the middle of the Playa there is a hole, an opening into an underground bunker, down the center of which runs a metal pipe affixed to which is a ladder hung by a small metal hook, taking a set of shears (the same the homeless man was advertising to the people at the bus stop) he reaches into the hole with them to snip the wire...
"NOOO" I tell him, looking into the bunker, it's hundreds of feet deep with unrailed levels every few meters, I can see my daughter beneath in the bunker, walking too close to the edge on one of the levels, around the rubbish and boxes, always on the bottomless edge side, and I'm yelling down the hole to her not to walk too close to the edge and trying to stop the boy from snipping her only means of escape...
(***Note: Weird dreams, and I've only remembered a few of the images...)
Where are they now?
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And, stopping at the Marblehead quarry (in the Meteorite Strewn field, or close enough), reading the graffiti I'm left wondering "Where are they now?". If anybody knows, drop me a line and fill me in...
2017 - Tami and Rick. Still together?
Kimberley and Chuck. Jesus is the Rock. Still together? From all the accessory graffiti I'm pretty sure that one of them's gonna leave the other for Jesus...
Michelle and DC Talk? I'm not too hopeful, sounds like she only got his "DJ" Name...
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