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I REFUSED TO WRITE MY THESIS
IN THE CONVENTIONAL EXPOSITORY FORM.
I CREATED A WRITTEN OPEN PERFORMANCE-
NO BEGINNING, MIDDLE OR END-
IN THE TRADITIONAL NARRATIVE ARC.
CREATIVE THINKING IS CIRCULAR, SPIRALS,
NO FIXED POINT- BUT A CLUSTER OF CONSTELLATIONS
THAT MERGE AND CREATES CYCLONES
OF EPIPHANIC CREATIVE ACTIONS.
MY THESIS HAD PAGE NUMBERS
AS REQUIRED
AND, YET, THE READER COULD
START ANYWHERE AND ASSEMBLE
MY CREATIVE PROCESS WAS THE TESTAMENT
OF THE THESIS:
MY VISCERAL/ANALYTIC/MYTHIC BRAIN
WHEN IN CREATIVE SOAR/DIVE.
MY MFA THESIS NOW IN THE RUTGER’S ART LIBRARY.
IT WAS DEDICATED TO MY MOTHER WHO LOVED
THE SOUND OF WORDS AND
CALLED ME HER “SPARKLY GIRL”,
THE ACTION OF MY THESIS PRESENTATION
BROKE OPEN AND SHATTERED
THE MFA THESIS RULES.
FOREVER.

Leon Golub, one of my advisers challenged me to box
WE BOTH BURST OUT LAUGHING,
UPROARIOUS CRAZY HOWLING LAUGHING
AND WE ARE CRYING TOO
BECAUSE THE RELEASE
IS SO TOTAL
AND
THE TRUTH OF YOUR WHOLE
ESSENCE HAS
BEEN ILLUMINATED
AND
ACKNOWLEDGED
BY
SOMEONE
WHOSE
INTERIOR GEOGRAPHY
AND
QUEST
RESONATES
WITH
YOUR
OWN.
FREEDOM SINGS
THROUGHOUT
YOUR BODY.
ELECTRIC WAVES THAT KEEP COMING.
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MY ART IS AN EXPLORATION
THAT HAS EVOLVED,
THROUGH DEDICATION, PERSEVERANCE,
PRACTICE ,
WONDER AND TRUST,
INTO IMPROVISATIONAL EVENTS.
THE VARIOUS DISCIPLINES ARE MY CHOICES
FOR MY INVENTION,
MY EVENTS.
NO CHECKED BOXES.
ADVENTURES IN DISCOVERING
AND
REVEALING BEAUTY
AS
I
MOVE
FORWARD.
I AM TOLD I AM A PROVOCATEUR.
I CHALLENGE; TURN THINGS INSIDE OUT;
ASK QUESTIONS; CONFRONT;
TURN THE HALOGEN LIGHTS ON
WHEN
40 WATT BULBS IS THE COMFORT ZONE;
ASK FOR THE TRUTH;
TELL THE TRUTH;
MAKE POETIC ASSOCIATIONS
AND
CONNECT THE DOTS;
QUESTION SUB-TEXTS;
EXAMINES CONTEXT, DIALECT, THE EXTERNAL FACTORS
THAT SHAPE/CREATE/DAMAGE A SPIRIT.
I LIKE CONSCIOUSNESS,
THE ECSTATIC EXPERIENCES OF NEW AWARENESS,
THE TWILIGHT AND THE NEW HORIZONS
THAT
IS THE
DOMAIN
OF THE EXPLORER.
I WAS TOLD I COULD NOT WALK.
HA!
THE HOME- BOUND TEACHERS AND THE STANDARD TESTS
REPORTED THAT I
WAS
QUITE STUPID AND RATHER DUMB.
HA!
THE “HANDICAPPED” HAD A CHECK IN THE BOX
NEXT TO THEIR NAME.
THE X WAS IN THE BOX NEXT TO MY NAME.
AND I WAS SAVED/RESCUED BY BRILLIANCE-
TEACHERS WHO HAD OPTICS FOR RARE DIAMONDS
IN COAL BOULDERS.
HA!
DO I SHARE EXPERIENCES WITH THE COLLECTIVE CULTURES OF THE “OTHER”.
OF COURSE.
AND,
THAT
CAN
BE
A GIFT OF:
“I SEE YOU!”
I SEE BELOW THE SKIN,
THE “POSE”.
AS A CHILD WHO LIVED IN A HOSPITAL,
I COULD SMELL AUTHENTIC SINCERITY
AND
KINDNESS.
MY SENSES SCAN FOR GENIUS, GRACE
AND BEAUTIFUL SOULS
WHO HAVE THE COURAGE
TO
FLY
OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER…AND OVER
AGAIN WITH A CHILD LIKE SENSE OF WONDER
AND CELEBRATION
YET, TEMPERED AND WOVEN
WITH ELEGANT INTELLECTUAL FIRE.
MY LULLABIES.
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