One evening in the second week of May

I went to the Fountain Albertas.


So much depends

on the image

the flow of light

the flow of water.


contrary to what you may

have heard from those disenchanted

by vision, their own imagination,

who knows. Ennui is such a French thing. I went

and was totally surprised by cattails!

At night, they were very clear to me.


It became clear, her son would eventually bite

the hand that fed him

rather than the hand that bedded him.


So much depends

on the flow of Paulette and Rémy

and on the reader's willingness to participate.

To see as well as think.

The image, contrary to what you might have picked up

in school like a virus ....


The wavy abstract lines

were really leaves, foliage

of cattails.

Clear, as the light bounced

off the water.

How could I have missed it?

So wet the rust colors,

illuminating, like looking up

someone's dress or pant's leg

The light shining up the base of

the fountain?

the stem of Paulette?

the sexual lights of human kind?

In this case, the schitzu's a dog!

If you can't see that,

thank a crazed education.


So much depends on thirst and its slaking.

Or perhaps beauty

too seductive to bear.

Had beauty been

more than an uppity dumb blonde,

it might not have been banished to the Isle of Elba.

We did not, par exemple,

have Rémy naked in the bathtub

water rushing over him.

charged with affrontal male nudity,

we had limited trashy concepts of beauty.


Who has seduced you?

The professor, the guru or the white schitzu?

Was it Mapie's fur gleaming in the sun,

her contraband dyed ocelot....

Don't miss anything! Shine a light into a fountain.

Illuminate yourself!


Trust the stick up note

written in the wind,

the note on the water, saying love me.

When dying of thirst.


so much depends on the flow of the image

and how it's lighted.

Check from all angles.

With a naked lady--


Take my hand, honey,

the darkness can be a scary place.

Or perhaps you prefer it.

Click anywhere and these words will disappear.

Has anyone sent you

to the Disney site this week?


The Web viewer can obscure or elucidate information, a McLuhanesque idea; however, the medium is not the message The essential message is the ability to discern the varieties of participant power and responsiveness.
I will not argue the image's sufficiency, as it is a matter of weight, image and text working together; weight can fall on either side and be satisfying. This depends on the power of each and in conjunction. An image or text can stand alone, but at no prior time has the combinatory power been so propitious as on the Web: a readerly and intensely visuo-sensual medium. To go forward, click the word "propitious". Or "combinatory" for back.