My friend has returned. He’s here visiting.
I’ts been too long a time that he’s been away.
We, at this very moment are doing what we would normally do,
with the correct stimulation at hand, and the desire to write.
This was a while ago, even before he started this blog,
even before I started to draw seriously.
We wrote late into the night, and then into the next day,
and then into the next night, and so on and so forth.
We’re doing that now.
My friend moved away to the big city,
some time ago, leaving this town with a wound.
But then others have left as well, havn’t they.
Some return. Much to the satisfaction of the cadre.
I have friends I havn’t seen in years now.
It would be nice to see them again.
Some are in Hawaii, some in Oregon, or someother such place.
Some are where I know not.
All roads lead to Brattleboro.
That’s what they say.
Brattleboro Vermont, home to tweakers, vegetarians, nudists,
and an incredible assortment of individuals.
Trapeeze artists, regular artists, glass blowers, corn holers,
cow tippers, frizbee flippers.
We have hoboes that return to Bratt this time of year,
a dirty green black combination,
that must be by embracing soot.
The Morris Dancers return to Brattleboro, every Memorial Day, like the swallows returning to Cappistrano.
A bunch of dandies they are, singing sailing song, drinking to excess at McNeill’s,
then go out, get the street closed down sothey can dance their little dance,
with their jangly bells, and little white hankerchiefs. They do indeed look silly.
There are some funny laws, or should I say non-laws,
such as nudity. Some kids last summer or prehaps the summer before started hanging around Harmony Parking Lot.
Soon, old wrinkled farts were soon spotted prancing about in thier bestest birthday suits.
If you want to, you can still walk nude here but it will cost you 100 bucks.
Dr. Phil came here to see if there were any marketable aspects that he could elicit.
What a dope. Hollywood doesnt apply to Bratt.
We are immune.
We have the oldest mental hospital in the country,
it’s called the Brattleboro Retreat.
It seem that they open the doors late at night to let some of them out,
cause we here do have a seriousproblem with people that just dont seem to
understand the concept of reality. The water in The Connecticut River has been known to run north on occasion,
I have witnessed that myself just last year. Damnest thing.
In Brattleboro, around the turn of the 20th century they had here The Water Cure.
Several establishments that proclaimed that our water, out of some specific wells could cure all manner of ailments.
They are gone now, but are they really?
I lived in an apartment building right on top of one of these water cures, on Elliot St.
That’s right downtown for people not from around these parts.
In any case, I belive they left some unfinished buisness in my building.
There were happenings in that building that you would just not belive.
Just ask Dexterity, Absinthe Eve or prehaps Xela, and they would tell you gentle reader,
that some of the goings on in that building would make you think the place was haunted.
Oh sure, I may have over imbibed on ocaision, remaining so thoroughly fucked up that I might have hallucinated some of it.
Then again, this is Brattleboro, and many unnatural things tend to happen here.
It is good to see my friend again.
I have another friend that moved away,
all the way to that other coast.
He returned to visit a year and a half ago,
and just before he left, as we were sitting around my drawing table, I turned to reach for something,
and having turned back I saw a white rock {coral}. It had, as they all do, in my rock collection, natural holes right through them.
I had had on another stone, removed it and put the new one on. I still have it on. It’s never been off.
Thank you my friend.
I have a website with a few of my more recent drawings on it. It ’s www.drawntomyart.com
Hello to all my old friends out there. I miss you all.
PS Make sure you give Mike e a ration of shit for not writing this himself.
BOO!
Bravo my man, mike-e is in deep poop up to his eyebrows, Dude must be channeling some carnuba wax up in those ear holes. scrape it out and listen homie…it is all around. they will tell you what to write. Jus gotta trust em I guess. Missin good ole Brattletown and my beloved old farts, this time a year brings fond memories of days past. a million shades of green explode onto the scene. A good friend of mine would cook chicken his dog freshly took from the neighbors hen house, or did he leave it in the car in the hot sun for days? either way he would sizzle it up right on the old wood fire that he built from the ashes of yesterdays dance party extravaganza. Man ‘o’ man, saliva is dripping onto my keyboard at this very moment. @#!!!*&)%#~~
WOW!!!
I thought I was the only one who still checked this out from time to time. I am only a few hours away and I guess I still do not know what parts of my experience in Brattleboro are reality and my imagination and maybe I never really will. Luckily all I get is a skin patch so I can’t really go too far off the edge but I am able to function better. I miss Brattleboro and plan to visit my mother at some point soon, if I had noticed this sooner I would’ve left during my extremely short midsemester break.
I look different though, getting tattooed up to my gills and wearing black again but I am still a fucking freak, just more comfortable in my skin…
Mike E come back soon and KC that art still kicks ass man!!!!
Hey maybe you’ll see this maybe you wont, but either way now it’s hidden in the depths of cyber space, but yeah I miss it all too roads lead every where, but alot of mine seem to be heading back there too. miss ya KC
Dear Piscean,
I hope you do return,
whoever you may be.
I look forward to our reuion.
KC
seeing how this is your post after all maybe we can talk here KC. I come from the ocean, as do my gifts. had some small finger confusion on the keyboard last post, sorry about that.
I was only interested in going down there to buy your art if I were to visit my mother but I think I like my memory of you starving better.
Hey Dex,
Yea,
I’m still starving,
but the art is getting better and better.
I hope you are well.
Stay out of the hot sun.
So,
Piscean,
Should I belive then,
that you are who,
you say you are,
or,
who I think you might be?
Hell yeah art boy. How many fishes do you know. But for obvious reasons were all not telling anyone who we are here. Call mike-e get my number, cause you are one hard to reach mother fucker. Artists are always better when they are starving, but it’s hard to expand your work with a constricted gut. So put some contact info by your pieces and let the magic of the interweb take you away.
I’m sorry Mr Piscean not to have responded before now,
but as you you know I am a space shot.
Right to the moon!
My # is 802-380-1862
That’s the year the Civil War really got going,
and the real killing.
On Sunday I recieved 4 glass beads
400 year old Venitian glass beads.
They now reside next to your offering,
which I still wear,
around my scrawney neck.
It’s been far too long since I’ve seen thee
X. as well. How is X?
I still want my leash back.
There must be some thick dust up there by now, I would imagine
I think its on the kitchen table or the hot water heater.
Or some such place.
At any rate I hope this letter finds you well.
My email is kcpj56@yahoo.com
Your old Pal
Pearson
When I make a trip to Brattleboro, which will be soon, I want to buy your art, if you hate me because of me in Brattleboro, which was a fail on my part and tweaking combined, I respect that but your art is genius, I have always told you that and I do stay out of the sun because, I like to look dead and I have a ton of shame and guilt about my choices in Brattleboro, more on the basis of trying to conform than anything else, like tweaking, caring what people thought and laziness (there really was a loss of insight there).
I am going to buy some of that art, it will go well with the gargoyle and morbid art collection I have and my mother is sick with lung issues and obesity, can’t work and acts human to me now but still gets weird and doesn’t work anymore so it may be along the lines of October that I am able to get there, to stay with her briefly, putting in notice at work is feasable then too but I will buy your art dude, I tell people in Burlington about it and want to help you not starve.
I was a fucking weirdo in Bratt and I get it, if people don’t like me or care but my actions and generosity, as creepy as it may have seemed were to support that awesome art you produce and nothing more.
The irony is, as a freak, the more socially acceptable folks accept me more as I am than when I am trying to be like them.
I will keep in touch dude and save up, I am harm reduction sober now which works for me but also allows me to save $$$ and I will also make it a point to show off your link to people I sense might like your art.
Meine Deutsche Lehrerin darf Ihr Kunst mögen. Sie mag der sozialen Norm trotzen.
My German Grammar teacher may like your art. She defies the social norm and thinks eccentric is a good quality in people.
Hey Dex,
We are all a bit strange,
sure, some than others,
but I liked your wierdness.
There was none other like it around here.
I hope all is well with you in Burlington.
You’ll do well,
I’m sure,
whatever it is you are indeed doing.
i wanted to check out ur blog.im glad i found it.i guess u r 1 of those strangers that left an impression on me.hit me up on myspace,thats the only way any1 can get ahold of me…astrocreep@atlanticbb.net.my name realy is joe smith.once again ,thnx for spinnin my head.
As far as my web site goes, I dont have the know how to do anymore and the person who has done it up to now isnt talking,
so as much as I’d like to do more with it I have to learn the know how Mr. Piscean