Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.

The man that cannot visualize a horse galloping
on a tomato is an idiot.

Leave everything.
Leave Dada ....
Leave your hopes and fears.
Leave your children in the woods.
Leave the substance for the shadow.
Leave your easy life, leave what you are given for the future.
Set off on the roads.

No rules exist, and examples are simply life-savers answering the
appeals of rules making vain attempts to exist.
-André Breton (at different moments)

I echo here...
Art, then, is an elaborate dance around something you can’t make.
Add a muffled boom and a ring of smoke appearing at the bottom of the cartoon canyon.

A welcome to those of you over from BOOKWORK... I'm not posting there any more, I've come to realize it's as though I am putting guest into two different rooms...


  1. ha. brilliant...a horse galloping on a tomato...i can see it.

  2. Indeed - an elaborate dance around something you can't make...

  3. Yes indeed, Lonnie, it is that frustrating sometimes. The trick is to be in the flux and NOT think, to go along with the slipstream....

  4. I am having similar thoughts about putting guests in different rooms but am unable to come up with a decision. But, what the heck - this isn't the place for such prosaic thoughts in the shadow of your profundity. You can fit more meaning on the head of a pin than most could fit into a coal scuttle.

  5. Uh, Terry, did you break your vow of silence???

  6. The flux of dAda, I like it!


  7. good god, jayne. thank you for this. this is printable outable...

    (i'll be back to comment on today's post later. i'm goofing off and must get back to my list.)

  8. Love the over-designed chair. I want one.

    Also love the horse/tomato line. Pointless things with a point appeal to me greatly. Did you write that? Or is that quoted?