PICTORIAL RELATIVITY

 

simple perspectives vanish when multiple points determine more complex geometry.....from swimming in the streams and rivers to delving the depths of the once unconscious.....to creative minds, the associations are endless and a single thought, like a single image or note, signals to the watchmen of our minds to open the floodgates at the risk of returning to a single point, yet to expand to revelation.....

MORE NEW PANTS STYLES...... NO 'LEG-TIGHT JEANS' OR BAGGY BOTTOMS FOR ME.....I NEED TO FEEL 'FREE'....

 

A PAGE, FULL OF REASONS TO HOP A BUS TO NYC, AND NOT ATTENDING MY 1967 UNIVERSITY GRADUATION CEREMONY

While The Hilding Holmberg Orchestra was snoozing through 1940's 'swing music' at The Elk's Club Ballroom,  in my 'home town' in North Alabama......and The Lawrence Welk Show ruled the Television World on weekends........

Marian McPartland's 'Bohemian' cellar bar performance was one of the more preferred options... of so many...... playing in NYC at The Apartment Supper Club, along with Blossom Dearie, Dizzy Gillespie, Clark Terry, Stan Getz, Sun Ra, Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention, Tim Buckley, The Blues Project, Nico, Jackson Browne, and Reparata & the Delrons.

BLOSSOM DEARIE'S  "I'M HIP"  

I'm hip, I'm no square
I'm alert, I'm awake, I'm aware
I am always on the scene
Makin' the rounds, diggin' the sounds
I read Playboy magazine 'Cause I'm hip

I dig, I'm in step
When it was hip to be hep, I was hep
I don't blow, but I'm a fan
Look at me swing, ring-a-ding-ding
I even call my girlfriend "man" i'm so hip
Every Saturday night
With my suit buttoned tight, and my suedes on
I'm gettin' my kicks
Watchin' arty French flicks with my shades on

I'm too much, I'm a gas
I am anything but middle class
When I hang around the band
Poppin' my thumbs, diggin' the drums
Squares don't seem to understand why I flip
They're not hip like I'm hip

I'm hip, I'm alive
I enjoy any joint where there's jive
I'm on top of every trend
Look at me go, vo dee oh doh
Bobby Darin knows my friend i'm so hip

I'm hip, but not weird
Like you notice I don't wear a beard
Beards were in but now they're out
They had their day, now they're passe
Just ask me if you're in doubt
'Cause I'm hip now whatever the fads
And whatever the ads say, it's neatsville
I'll be keeping abreast
Out in front of the rest with elitesville

'Cause I'm cool, as a cuke
I'm a cat, I'm a card, I'm a kook
I get so much out of life
Really, I do, skoo-buh doo boo
One more time play "Mack the Knife"
Let 'er rip i may flip
But I'm hip

Ooh, I'm hip mm, I'm hip
Skoo ba doo boo, doo boo, doo boo
Boo doo boo doo doo doo

Oct. 21, 2016........driving past Inman Middle School.....disloging a long-forgotten childhood memory......

 

I hope I'm not arrested for my action this afternoon......Driving past Inman Middle School an hour ago.....I witnessed 3 'clickish' boys, hitting an albino boy, who was crying and putting his hands over his face to ward off his attackers; and, without much thought, I stopped my car in traffic, jumped out and grappled with the bullies, who fled from the 'old person'. They were mocking me as they ran........The small kid's mother came by and took him to her car, saying 'this happens all the time'......I wanted to chase down the bullies, but ....I am 71, after all, and that would be a fruitless undertaking....and all the car moms were honking, impatiently, behind my car.....Aaargh! I recalled those comix ads for Charles Atlas courses that showed skinny kids, surrounded by muscular bullies who were kicking sand in his face.......I was that skinny kid, of course!

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OBSERVING THE LATE-BLOOMING ZINNIAS....AND THE MEMORY ASSOCIATIONS FROM THE LABYRINTH OF CHILDHOOD

I remember, as a boy, my grandmother asking me to fold some mauvey-pink paper napkins for a croquet party......i opted to spend hours folding the little cocktail napkins into calla lily shapes and clustering them into a giant zinnia.......Grandpa's dog, Rex, rolled over onto a folding leg of the samsonite card table upon which I was creating this project ........it was like Alice in Wonderland's collapsing cards....fifty flat, pink napkins lying on the grass.......the older i get, the more fragments of the past float through my consciousness.

ED WOOD

 "One is always considered mad when one discovers something that others cannot grasp."

Ed Wood

#BornThisDay – October 10, 1924

CHECKING OUT REAL ESTATE PRICES IN HUNTSVILLE, ALABAMA......

I recall all those...many....houses that my step-father built on Monte Sano Mountain in the 1950's and '60's.....  This afternoon, I noticed a listing for this rather ugly crate of a house.....originally sold for $30,000.....and, today, after being redecorated, aimlessly, with a few junky antiques...incidentally, not included in the price of the house,  and a new coat of paint, being put up for sale for $743,800!    

REMEMBERING "BIG BOY".......

known only by "Big Boy".....abandoned or lost, he lived in the woods behind my home....then, mustering some courage, came to the garden with conjunctivitis, covered with fleas, with matted fur.....a pitiful mess.......curled up against a visiting infant child and looked at me, as if to say...."I'm a good cat......really......", pus running from his eyes and nose........After he 'chose' to live with me.....cleaned up and free of disease and parasites....Big Boy became quite a 'looker"........In no time at all, he was receiving admirers from his scrap fabric covered 'throne'......and lived, happily until his sudden and unexpected death from a massive heart attack, moments after cavorting with me, playing 'roll up' ,like Cleopatra, in his favorite little nomadic rug.......Seeing this photo......I wax nostalgic and a little teary......Big Boy was as sweet and loving as a cat could be......