Up for consideration are "A" and "The" and the digestive processes of owls, goats, humans, hawks, and termites as well as the life and digestion of the artist for as you know, digestion is the most direct form of communication with those unseen colonizing forces within, the fermenting flora of color and language that tickles your brain from down there to secrete digestive dreams but more, they make of you a channel, a pipeline for crude & various grades or acts of imagination yeasty radia the artist is forewarned: do not disregard the brooding population within! feed them wine, butter, cheese, sauerkraut, chocolate, and a daily dose of random lines and sausage links, and water--lots of water grow large, breach the national defense boundaries haul your friendly fungi around in a pouch, be good to them; they will be good to you speak to them for when the doctor senses death is near she will first listen to your gut are they speaking do they still have anything to say? If not, you are dead, man. A goner. Random Lines from my Bookshelf: The Moment a limit is posited it is overstepped, and that against which the limit was established is absorbed. --Theodor Adorno, qtd. in "IV," Rocks on a Platter, by Barbara Guest Note: the blog header posted for today is from a mural in the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood of San Francisco.