a wonderful fall

The story of the Fall

is that we can go out

into the world and fail:

ourselves, each other and God.

god doesn't desert us

nor do we

even the snake has no

hard feelings

There'll be blame and

attempts at covering up

and scapegoating.

But it's not the end of

the world.

The Fall is like the fall, in that it seems like the end, but is actually a beginning. We don't begin until we fall, and the year begins, in some calendars, in the fall. So I could mean both.
 Failure characterizes creation; until failure occurs, the creation subsists in a merged identification. With the initial failure resistance is set in motion
 The figure distinguishes itself from the ground. In the Fall we know we are not gods; and in the Falling leaves, we see that god's view of perfection is not uninterrupted stasis. That is: failure is the perfection of creation. The text enjoins us, invites us, to tread with confidence into the world of fall. Perhaps a folly age [foliage] imposes on me.

I love London at night

Last year at this time, Jami and I visited my granny Wise in the hospital. She'd broken her arm in a fall at her house in the yard as she picking some flowers after she'd been home from dad's for a week. We visited her and then we went to get something to eat. We went to Mamie's kitchen, a local place that had taken over the remnants of a Hardee's. This is the place you go to get country ham and biscuits and gravy for breakfast. It has tiny tables, a vestige of the Hardee's. The tables are not big enough for the trays you carry your food on, so when you arrive at a table with more than one person a kind of awkward balance occurs. Still it's good southern food, which means that it's lard laden and not good for you. As we left, we were some miles down the road, when Jami said, "you know, that place, the food's obscene, I almost had to say, 'Porno gravy for me.'" Or she said something like that. Anyway, there you have it: Pornogravy. I think of that when I contemplate my earlier Margarine of error pun: pornogravy and margarine of error - two great tastes for the Fall. Would the Fall have been different if Adam and Eve had been a bit more mature: "hey what do you know, we're naked. No shame in that. What kind of pie do you reckon we could make from this. Do you think God'd like some?"

Felix Culpa

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I painted this last fall. Now it is hanging in a show I'm having in Decatur. My wife, when she first saw this immediately took this from the studiio and put it in the house. I like it for its interracial Adam and Eve, the exoticism of the coral snake Satan, and the feel of a Rousseau painting.