will bury my anniversaries in other annivesaries. this - the 505th birthday of the unveailing of this perfect naked man. -- appropriate to me now (more appropriate than another anniversary today: the pardoning of Nixon which I remember seeing on a T.V. in a totally little american roadside diner in Wyoming and feeling something I couldn't name alter in my sense of adult responsibility - failing - one of the first destabilizing sticks removed from the giant stick house) okay, so yes. this guy, who had to be moved indoors because people couldn't resist the urge to throw rocks at him, also in political crossfire (who's the big guy now, huhhuh? ) this - because we should spend a lot more time looking at naked men for our pleasure if we're all to be commodities and because true art is the only thing that could have a(n ignored) prayer of rising above the din of contentious, self-satisfied, greedy banality for me today and because i'm feeling a little rock in my hand and the goliath - everywhere.
