Friday, October 13, 2006

Holden, Scout, Kilgore or Klingon...



One could only wish to pull off a brilliant Harper Lee or J.D. Salinger reclusive entrance/exit. Journalism and writing small articles or books of short stories never cuts it, either. That's like passing gas against an enormous waft of expectant King Kong stink.

Somebody told me the other day that Van Gogh only cut off part of his ear.

I'd like to be known for writing an earlobe's worth of something lasting.

Something bloody.

And something that doesn't stink...too bad.

2 comments:

TOR Hershman said...

The first time moi viewed a Van Gogh, I knew not of this painting, I turned (In The Pittsburgh Carnegie), saw and ALMOST
fell over.

I was staggered but caught moi's self.

You have a great blog.
The naked bride posting is classic.

Stay on Groovin' Safari,
TOR

Grampa said...

Kevinn Malone must be destroyed.

In fact, let us destroy all without a "Y" in their names.

That ought to work out this over population thing.