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May.23.2012
"Life is full of misery, pain and tremendous suffering, and it's all over much too quickly."--Woody Allen Placido Fellici Anatra was a friend of mine.  We'd known each other since 1973. He was dark, tall, Sicilian and had no visible means of support, at least none that I could discern after...
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May.15.2012
In 2002 I was flying into Portland, Oregon, for a show. For me the Great Northwest was an alternate universe populated by pale indigenous forest children. Their knit caps pulled low even though it was May. Clothed in surplus army khaki, faded denim, worn plaid flannel, hooded sweatshirts and hemp,...
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May.05.2012
"Painting: The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather and exposing them to the critic." --  Ambrose Bierce In 2004 I was into production of a documentary about my art and life that was being filmed by students for the Atlanta College of Art for class room credit. Whenever I'd get the...
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Apr.23.2012
"Time rushes towards us with its hospital trayof infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparingus for its inevitably fatal operation." --Tennessee Williams There were 13 refineries and a forest of oil rigs around Ploesti, 35 miles north northwest of Bucharest. This included the Romano...
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Apr.12.2012
JOY
"All I was trying to do was get home from work."- Rosa Parks Back in the day they knew how to build a woman.  For instance there was Joy.  I would see her around the Chicago Seed office, but I didn't know her very well.  She had a shock of wild kinky hair that floated over her like a...
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Apr.10.2012
"Anarchism is not a romantic fable but the hardheaded realization, based on five thousand years of experience, that we cannot entrust the management of our lives to kings, priests, politicians, generals, and county commissioners."--Edward Abbey Since Runnymede those in a position auger have been...
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Apr.09.2012
"Moderation is a fatal thing.Nothing succeeds like excess." -- Oscar Wilde When I was in New York on business for Playboy would put me up at the Plaza or the Waldorf Astoria.  But I preferred the Waldorf because the building is such an Art Deco marvel.  I'd wander around by myself at...
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Apr.06.2012
 "Dying is a wild night and a new road." --Emily Dickinson For ten years I lived walking distance from the Chicago lakefront at the north end of Lincoln Park.  On the weekends during the warm months tribal enclaves of seemingly endless ethnic diversity would stake out territory  to...
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Apr.05.2012
"I like manual labor. Whenever I've got waterlogged with study, I've taken a spell of it and found it spiritually invigorating."-- W. Somerset Maugham   When I was in high school and in college I worked at the Canton Ice and Fuel Company, the Ice Plant. It was hard physical labor and of...
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Apr.01.2012
Saturday, July 15, 1995 Rudnick came to me in a dream. We're in a house together and he is very sick. We're with a Sicilian, his hair slicked and his shirt open flaunting gold chains, dangling charms and regalia that are insignia of his malevolence and dominant masculinity. This Italian is the...
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Mar.20.2012
"Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats."    -- H. L. Mencken I'm a recluse. Not obsessively.  But I'm not very social.  I don't like to go out.  I'd much rather spend my time one-on-one with...
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Mar.20.2012
In 1973 I was the art director of Gallery magazine. I was getting into a little flirtatious thing with the receptionist. She'd come into my office and we'd grapple around a bit but we couldn't properly pound it out because my office door wouldn't close. So we made a fuckdate. I went to the...
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Feb.03.2012
"Goin' up to Cripple Creek, goin' on a run Goin' up to Cripple Creek to have a little fun." --traditional folk song   The old mountain at 9,500 feet is a remnant of it's primordial splendor.  It perseveres.  Now on Man's clock it flaunts its rocky crest at the top of the sky. At dawn...
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