City of Legends

Yes, but the nightmare keeps changing. Had a dream last night that I was booked for a reading in a club and when I got there they were expecting a musical act, based on my CDs. I think it evolved from my noticing the number of people who come to my sites looking for information on my protest poem/song/whatever "Darfur (Jesus Wept)". It is kinda cool to have listeners, but also I am aware of the dangers of being pigeon-holed (was trapped in that aeons ago when I first started writing).

We shall see.

I am getting both praise and raspberries over the announcement regarding Mariya Andriychuk (Note I keep messing with the spelling of her last name, oh the joys of alphabet shifting) as my primary model and photographer for the williamfdevault.com site. I have to make clear that she was chosen for many reasons, the most prominent are that her works speak to me, she has a large portfolio to pull from and she lives in the same chaos zone between the spiritual and the carnal that I seem to wander. If I was a young, beautiful Ukrainian photographer and model instead of a decaying old American poet, I’d be her. As it is, would I, on a moment’s notice, run away and live in a cave with her? Thank goodness the US Constitution has the 5th Amendment for just these occasions. You will start seeing her presence manifest in the next day or two.

Don’t think this means I will be jettisoning the other contributors like Jazz and Liza. Au contraire. I just now have a canvas to work upon, a frame to build into, an attitude to help focus the vision.