My apologies for failing to write or post lately.
I am working, just very slowly. I have had way too many things on my plate.
More will be forthcoming.
Ed H
The Writings Of
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POMEGRANATE BY MARC OUELLETE
This is a painting titled "Pomegranate" by Marc Ouellete, which was done of the infamous "Big Red Ball" which Marc saw in the corner of Eddie's parking lot.
If you failed to read about the fate of the "Big Red Ball" you will find it on this site in seven parts.
The title is:
ACME DREAMS: THE BIG RED BALL
Read MoreTHE REINVENTION OF BROKEN DREAMS
INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
The message stated that she had heard from someone that I had “passed” and wanted to find out what they wanted to do with the sculpture.
Finding out people think you are dead gives one reason to pause and reflect.
Read MoreBilly's Dirty Moose Joke
ALLEGORY OF NOTHING
The other day I happened to look out my bedroom window as a small bird sat perched on the ledge.
The bird was brightly colored, and appeared to be an important bird which had perhaps attended Vassar.
The bird looked at me for a minute then began to flutter its wings. It then started to fly into the open window.
Fearing for the bird’s safety I immediately waved my arms, which frightened the bird away. I then resumed what I was doing (worrying).
Read MoreTHE GIFT
THEORIES OF JUST HAPPENS
Michael’s shop was a large warehouse on the Jacksboro Highway that was in very bad shape. Entering the dark building it took a while for your eyes adjust. One could slowly make out huge piles of parts, Harleys, and garbage. I also noticed something else. Strewn about were leather jackets with the Hell’s Angels insignia on them. Anyone with common sense would think twice about continuing on. I didn’t think at all.
THE CONSPIRACY OF NATURAL FORCES
One central theme in my life had clearly developed by age 5. It continued on through puberty, through my teenage years and twenties and into each preceding decade that I have managed to get through.
Violent movement, and stomach churning sensations play a big part, as do incoherent thought processes, and mental gymnastics.
Read More"A TIMELESS FABLE," SHE SAID
THE EVAPORATION OF IDEAS
” Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.”
I made the mistake of showing a rough draft to a friend.
He informed me that Herman Melville had already done it.
"With A Noisy And Amusing Absurd"
If I could I would draw you a map and guide you to a sandy trail that twists and winds then straightens as it nears the beach.
It is there and you can reach it.
I draw instead a map to places you cannot go.
The Visitor
“I live in the year 2545.”
“ Impossible!” I responded.
“ No really…. I came from the future to discuss your artwork with you.”
“Why would you do that?” I asked.
“Your sculptures and prints are very popular in my time …in fact I would say your work is venerated.”
TOP OF THE HILL DOWN PART 5PUSH IT UP THE HILL
The car WAS heavy. What did Uncle Dick use when he built this thing? Underneath those layers of yellow and black paint some of the heaviest wood known to man was fastened together with what must have been 80 to 100 lbs of nails. Somewhere under all that was a metal chassis, that came from a farm tractor or something. Throw all the neat junk on top of that and the car probably weighed over a million pounds.
MEETING OF LIKE MINDS
TOP OF THE HILL DOWN PART 4FASTER AND FASTER
Turning southwest from the front door of our house would lead to a street that wound around Luther Lake and eventually to Ridglea Hills Elementary School. Knowing that, the innermost part of my being was instinctively repulsed at the thought of learning something whenever we turned in that direction. If you turned to the northeast, however, the golf course awaited, and Camp Bowie Blvd., the heliport at Western Hills Hotel, Howard Johnson’s and any number of good things. Because of the steepness of the hill, and my penchant to go down it on something I had hammered together with wheels and boards…….. that direction was also associated with death (my own).
TOP OF THE HILL DOWN PART 3 BRAKES
Soon you would be inches above the pavement, its heat radiating up, encompassing you, the air would rush by until you could think it was the wind, the world on either side would turn into a blur and life would hum in an excited adrenaline twang.
TOP OF THE HILL DOWN PART 2 RICHARD ELLWELL
It was not necessary to know what evil was in his heart to assume he was sinister. My mother never spoke his name without disdain, so the mark was firmly on him. My aunt, who taught third grade forever, and was an authority on bad children, would nod knowingly when my mother told a Richard Ellwell story. That’s all it took.
Read MoreTOP OF THE HILL DOWN PART 1
But then we did start at the top….at least I thought it was the top.
When you are young you don’t really question very much or very deeply.
The top might be the pinnacle of success or it could simply be a rise on the rolling plains.
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