City of Legends

I respect the intentions of well-meaning friends, but I have no control, even illusory, over other people’s self-destruction.  The evils that people do to themselves are the one thing I cannot do anything about.

We can now confirm three models signed on for the reboot of my poetry pages:  Rinea, Shye and Nightblooming herself (you don’t think the cover of the CD was the only photo of her?)  I am awaiting official notification later today on a few. For those of you who have forgotten Shye, maybe this will remind you.

I can confirm that Evangelist will open with the title track, and close with Darfur (Jesus Wept) and Kitabu.  Considering that arc, you can guess who it is dedicated to, if you read, or think, or feel.  I don’t rewrite my histories, or wear masks, one life is enough for me (sometimes too much).

Yes, my vision nears completion.

Okay, not completion, but initiation? Okay, somewhere past initiation, but well short of completion but on the right path and gaining momentum and resource? Is that better?

Sheesh, sometiems I feel like Daffy Duck in a Bugs Bunny cartoon.

Do you have any idea how many ex or current boyfriends or husbands of muses or ex-girlfriends come to this site daily? Trust me, you don’t want to know. Several. And most think I don’t know about them or have means to track them! Of course, now I’ve told them. Some won’t believe. Hey, biker dude. Hey, J. (waving)

Back to the purpose of this post. I have mentioned before that I was looking to do a phoenix job on the old City of Legends, the test case for it being the very limited edition with graphics I have over on www.williamfdevault.com. This required a few pieces falling into place, including my having the schedule and stamina to undertake yet another Herculean task, the right graphics being available and a general sense that this is something that people want.

#1: Check. #3: Check. #2: I had to slide back into my bag’o'tricks and contact my old friend, model, photographer and all around lovable soul Shye, who you may recall loaned her pleasant body and face to a small section of the old City that was blasted to atoms when we did the move to WordPress.

Well I heard back from her today, and she is on board. Not only will I have access to her prodigious catalog of work (you thought I was going to say "body of work", weren’t you?) but I have asked her to see if any of her models or friends might be willing to trade their images for exposure.

This gives me the bank of images I need to have no more excuses. So, tonight, I begin.

Thank you, Shye. Big hug. Put some clothes on. Or not.

Evangelist.  It sets the tone and the bar.  Sort of my We Will Rock You.

Then I will daisy chain The Taste, Love Gods and Brisant Revelations.

Hmmm…that works, in a good way.  Yessssssss…I feel like Calvin, having just eaten the radioactive waste.  (Everyone who got that, give yourself a pat on the back).

Karla is making an evil cackling sound at the thought of providing Twist some questions for the interview.  Poodle Skirt is getting frisky, and I got my Skype headset out of mothballs.  And remembered one of my favourite lines from one of my more obscure poems Memory of a Blindman’s Illusion:

     "every woman dressed in red had slept with me before.
     and every woman dressed in black lay dying on the floor."

I also dropped a note to alt model Shye, who worked with me previously to dress up my old site, I am going to see if she will lend me her face and body (stop thinking that way, you have a dirty mind) to expand certain pages.