575. November 5th…Perceive me…Deceive me…Believe me…Aunt Jemima….

Thoughts from the "Tinman"
“The Night Life Aint no Good Life” ©2011 Robert Redus

“All deception in the course of life is indeed nothing else but a lie reduced to practice, and falsehood passing from words into things.”- Robert Southey

Francisco Goya was a “Romantic Painter”…his ability to use light as an integral tool to convey feeling and emotion on already highly charged emotional subjects…situations and paintings…was no less than brilliant…his painting.. “The Bewitched” is a great example of the light accentuating the already pretty creepy scene….A priest pours oil into a lamp…held by the devil…while donkeys standing on their hind legs representing demons fill the background…the priest has his hand over his mouth…his eyes clearly represent terror…the painting is the metaphor…

I am intrigued by good guys…especially…who know they’re good guys…Rex O’Herlihan (The Singing Cowboy)…was truly a good guy…to the level…in a gunfight…he could only shoot people in the hand…because as we all know only good guys are supposed to do that…anything else sort of borders on that gray area…between good and not so good…the point is he knows he’s a good guy and knows that beyond a shadow of a doubt…

not everyone knows what they are…yet they think they are something they are not even close to….they just don’t know it or maybe don’t want to know it…that’s where the whole perception thing comes into play…Perception comes from the Latin word… “perceptin” which literally means… “A taking in”…so I think that too is the beginning of the problem of perceiving/deceiving oneself of being say an honorable person…throw in “Justify” and a dash of “Denial” and the perfect recipe for a lifetime of “What” followed by an enormous amount of question marks…begins to exist…

now the assignment for all of us should be to be like Goya…paint a painting of our metaphor…or like William S. Burroughs…write a story of the real stuff and the really unreal stuff we decided one day to incorporate into our life inventory…and own it like say…an assault on a small peaceful tribe of people…who really need religion or money…and we know they do because after all it helped us out…right…

egocentricity….come on let’s talk all about you…as long as it’s all about me…right?…because after all…what you think…do…say…like and love…act on…believe…aspire too…care about…want…crave…need and believe…they don’t mean shit…in the right hands… so maybe today…paint your metaphor mural on the side of a Tuff Shed or a Big Metal building…and sign it “ME”

Oscar Wilde said it perfectly…

“True friends stab you in the front”

571. October 20….The answer is not…”I don’t know”….

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

"The Visitation" ©2011 Robert Redus

“When small men attempt great enterprises, they always end by reducing them to the level of their mediocrity.” – Napoleon Bonaparte

I believe I have finally gotten it…there has always been some place that I have held onto my subversive attitude…and held it in check….and I think that subversion has been a slow boiling process….much like boiling a frog gradually in water…before you know it…it’s edible and has transformed into something other than a frog…but still a frog…yet tasty…

There are some people who are designed to be thorns and others who are not…the thorns I think are generally that way as a result of what was and no longer is…there is a track record that need be established so no longer can the pimple faced kid with the buck teeth and greasy hair be pushed around by anybody…not nooooooobody …even though the complexion has cleared the veneers are in place and modern technology…phosphates and a few well placed salts have eliminated the greasy hair problem…yet stature can never be changed…even if you are not small in size you can still remain a speck on the ass of that boiling frog….

It turns into do what we want…but really like Oz…most of the time it is from behind the curtain…gasps of smoke…green blinking lights…a host pyrotechnics that do the convincing…or frightening…and it all remains so seemingly real and accurate until the back of the hospital gown keeps letting the cold draft in or the rapid thoughts of “hmmm…what next”…as you are exiting the vehicle through the windshield at approx. 74 mph….and then just maybe…it’s “wait a minute” …time…out comes the paper and pen…checklist of important places…people events…and things to check…off…or continue the deception…for another few years…stay behind the drape….

there appears only one viable question to answer….

What are you waiting for?….

I ask myself that everyday…and since the daily interrogation…the “What” has certainly emerged…yet the discovery of how the collision takes place is really the much more interesting part of “What”…because without the discovery…the collision can not take place…it just doesn’t exist…it is very much a one sided equation….a butterfly net waiting for butterflies …can’t walk around the planet like that for too long…well…yes you can…

Dorthea Lange said:

”Pick a theme and work it to exhaustion… the subject must be something you truly love or truly hate.”