Chilson is calm

Chilson is calm like Charlie Keating. He looks with a bold and a clear eye. Nothing remarkable about it, just looking and that is the hook I need to do the polite piece after wow. The good artist is just sure and set in his or her way. It is the essential thing in the artist to have a vision that is clear and set and always kind of determined. In his case he is a polite, gentle observer. Never intrusive. Not selling a point of view that stands out. But letting the reality tell the quiet story of democracy, a kind of look at Main Street from the point of view of Main Street and not his view at all. But what he sees merely. He is like Charlie in that he has no audience he works for. He is an independent. Like the shepherd, like me. Like all good practitioners of seeing. Like Louis Sullivan he can visualize space and bring it to life. Only Sullivan is more intrusive with his grapes and vines that grace his buildings. His work breathes. You can see it in the Bayard building. In Chilson it is a heart beat only you can hear. Not a bold vision but if you can believe it.... a close approximation of reality without much intrusion by the author at all. Real art. He captures real time and never makes any claim He never complains and never explains. He just lets his soul out for a walk and then reins it in and goes to the attic of his mind to revel some more in the beauty of the real world of people and machines in his home town Franklin and adjoining spots.

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What are you dressed up as? That is the qwestchun here in america that baffles everyone and confuses the experts.

They dress up in one the other's clothes. Part of being experimental in their godness. Poem.

Land of the Immortals

They live forever

plugged in. Their

lost at night

found next day.

They rise the night before

as someone else

Reality in the box

TV's packages of pleasure

Tomorrow I'll be someone new.

Tomorrow is always a new day as they say. Chilson's world lays the foundation for the new and daring Americo. Who will try on the skin of new animals. There is a rare and tremendous excitement in the air as the new ones from Salvador eye us for clues on how and who to be. I see it.

We are shifting so fast we can't keep up. The testosteronies listen to the talk shows to see how the Patriots are doing. Telling one the other how tough they are and how tough the footballers they ;follow are. The women liberated from their servitood, act like the bare belly Monica on "Friends," sexy and approachable. Pouty and lovable. Pretty and nice. Depressed 'cause she is twenty-five and no baby yet from no-one. Oh, Monica I grieve for you.

The woman is everyman and everywoman. She changes on the tv as we run the numbers on the magic wand. From Fox to the old movie, to Roseanne, Maryanne, and all the others. All dressup and show because now, finally, beneath, we have a culture to fall back on.

Now finally we have a culture to fall back on.

One we have created prewar that is typified by Chilson and the thirties people. A stable thing based on family and also on community. Now we can go all the way and play as the boy and girl gods did. That's right, Stan. Thanks. An' he goes wow. He is setting the table for us trans-soul travelers. He is saying we can be anything and anyone we want, if only we stay certain and centered, as they say.

This refreshing for me riff, comes from the line in Yannis Papadopoulos's poem, "All those who arrive at airports believe in postcards." The poem in question is "Flight 903."

Do this as the next Chilson. Worry a lot about a piece on the beach. To share with Bob. It has to be a priority but I can't see it really. As I have not a clue on what to do. It is tied to Peter and he won't budge. No-one else will, because they don't respect me as Freddie has so aptly put it. I am a fool who works hard at Bob's or am a gardner and caretaker of souls at Fryer's. I may be a nothing to them but not to me.

All I can muster is the piece on Reg. That may be good enough. I have before me the cup from Bob's with the merrygo round horses. Funny, that is.

12-1 What I'm saying is the Chilson period is the benchmark for sartorial and identity change that we are in the middle of and that is why my question is so important. What are you dressed up as? It fits with a walk through Logan with Chris. To see the line of Papadopoulos? People who arrive at airports believe in Postcards. Nice title would be "Postcards." Notebook 1 Page 38 All who

Shepherd time. Ain't none. What is the issue? Dreamin' is the only issue. Makin' words like Waylon Jennings, a real genius of America with Willie the Nelson. He has you in a full Nelson. Full Nelson.

Marshian. Martian. Blondy says Hey Bob. Line from Superman's song done by Crash test Dummies. A first priority has to be to go to the library and research them only a little bit and then hear their music.

12-4 Think as Louise does. The silence of decades. The inclusion of everything useful. The taking of ordure and turning it into gold. As those do who analyze our media and give it a didactic twist. They are the pioneers of the dear nineties. They illustrate our decadence and confusion so we will get us cured. Waylon. Wall street the movie. Married with children. Murphy Brown. Friends.

Chilson is calm. That is the point above all else. That he takes the time to be calm. It is what he is inside. He has the calm of the villager. I am not a villager but sort of understand it. What Dover town needs and wants. How to do it. Us as media.

Us as media. Not them but us as media. Not theirs but ours. That is the question. Whose is it? Slaves or heroics? Heroics is gender neutral. Stands for heroic figures. It is a matter of mind and CHilson tells us if we will listen. Not just him but Evans and NC Wyeth and Marsh. They say to look carefully at what they produce to see the signs of our salvation. It is in the picture of the crack vials someone took the time to collect.

Just one act of kindness a day.