There’s No Hope for an ole fert but I see our ‘Tracey …. creates Penguin classics covers for Henry Miller novels.’ (Henry would squirm about on his cloud!) And I think I will have to throw in the white towel vis a vis trying to find outlet in the ‘art-werld’, it’s too blind to see ma lite.
One time I’ll write a book and in it just print all my rejections from the past 45 yearns. It’d be a big, FAT book too. Maybe I’ll edit it back to just tree werds, (well six, no n/mine actually)? They are imprinted on me art mi artys.
“not quite right (fer us)
best of luck (elsewhere)”
I shall jus carry on regardless.
Like Jack did, Kerouac that was.
I bin ritin haiku pops like what he did,
He taught moi all he knew.
So here’s a taster o ma new haiku (nots):
Can I hack it in haiku?
Seventeen syllables and
Three short lines “Ah So!”
I wish to write about
My journey as is shown
In my Venus Stairs
People walking up and down the steps
Along balustrades
In to heaven.
Bukman arising from Venus Stairs
Also, I bin werkin on ma new buk, wenni complete that (Venus Stairs) I’ll continue wid ma New Shrewd Idiot, then it’s The Genie Ass. I don’t have time to do ma blArts right noo. I’m excited by this new book, Venus Stairs, it flags up a new dawn based in 50 years of finding out; art, life, all.
apulhed tingling 