more of TCD

oct 2003: with Thurston Moore at Bowery Poetry Club


dec 2005: Kimberly Nichols wearing them as a necklace


feb 2009: in the furrows of "Dad's Last Garden"

TCD

apr 2000: with my parents


sept 2000: I place them on John Kennedy Toole's grave
(photo by David Meredith)


dec 2003: I place them on the fingers of filmmaker Brian Kamerzel
(photo by Florin Ion Firimita)

big news from Palm Springs!

"every day a little death." that Sondheim song is on my mental playlist. never know when it'll surface.

over the weekend I experiencd another little death. I was at one of the pools at Inn Exile with the small plastic bag which contain the Century Dimes (TCD). in my writing I use little punctuation. & I can't remember using an excalmation point which gets such overuse it's lost its punch. but I'm forever thinking of new things to do with TCD. so my plan was to use them to form an exclamation point in the resort's steam room.

I automatically count the dimes when I remove them from the plastic bag. it's also my habit to count them before returning them. to my shock I discoverd but 8 of the coins.

immediately I returnd to their last outing. during a performance of "Pee Wee's Playhouse" they remaind in their bag in my pocket. following the show Paul Reubens did a q & a for special fans. I didn't imagine I'd be able to directly involve Reubens in my project & I was right. never a multi-tasker I concentratd on photographng Reubens but at the same time I did take out the dimes. the question is did I remove them from the bag? I truly can't recall. if I did then it's possible the missing coins were swept away by the Club Nokia janitor. if not I lost them even earlier.

after counting the remaining dimes enumerable times I calmd myself & allowd chance to work in the piece.

obviously TCD is suddenly at an end. the surviving 8 are now incomplete -- like seeing the Andrews Sisters on Broadway after LaVerne had died. I expectd to be finding things for TCD to do on my deathbed. but I won't live thru the whole century anyway so 2010 contains an important number for the piece. I'm at ease with the work's demise. it gives me a shove to finish Current Seas which opens with the work.

what to do with the survivors? the archivist in me won't allow them to disappear even if they lack the power of all 10. perhaps I'll commission a jewelry-maker to use them in a bracelet. or find a bookbinder who'll employ them in a limitd edition of TCD. that's a whole new project.

every day a little death... it's more than a song.

springing to the palms

for a bit of modernism

Costmary Press

Dean Keller is one of the most important people in my life. he was responsible for my library career. I owe him more than I can say.

over the years Dean has producd a series of broadsides & other items under the imprint of Costmary Press. to celebrate 45 years of printing he's put out an anthology of 13 of the poems he has presentd. I'm happy to be in the company of Tom Kryss & legendary bookseller Jim Lowell.

if it's Mardi Gras it's paczki time

here's a look at one of my favorite bakeries -- Kiedrowski's -- & one of the items for which they're famous.

in town

for another concert yesterday who shd I happen to spot exiting Plaza Cafe but the wonderful Bibb & Foster:

every Valentine's Day I think of

Mitzi Green
who was the first to sing "My Funny Valentine"

Tom Meyer
whose birthday it is

Marie Windsor
who sent an annual Valentine letter

at the Lensic

    Eric Bibb


    Ruthie Foster

Olympic ache

I rarely eat junk food. but I knew last nite's opening ceremony from Vancouver wd require endurance. so for the first time in ages I bought Fritos & bean dip.

welllllllllllllllllll..... the show was so boring I overate. my poor body punishd me for such behavior by keeping me awake most of the nite with an upset stomach.

a cinemaddict's dream

Percy Helton & Bess Flowers
in the same movie ("Call Me Madam")
on TCM last nite


              (art by Bill Berger)

Bobby Hoy (1927-2010)

one of Hollywood's best stunt men
("A Star is Born "     "Spartacus"     "North by Northwest")
website

a dear friend sent me this

Cleveland my Cleveland

the city of Terminal Tower has a new distinction. the website of Forbes Magazine lists it as #1 for bad winters   stating it takes "endurance" to survive the annual average of 60" of snow.

today Cleveland is on tap for another 6". while this towerless town now my home will have a quiet day before tomorrow's storm.

the winter that won't quit

don't know whether to blame El Nino or Al Gore but I'm weary of this. today's storm is the first of 3 predictd to hit here just this week.

as a former Ohioan I still trekkd to the gym this ayem while neighbors were before their fireplaces. but for me spring can't come soon enuf.

& the piece goes on

Ray Craig adds another layer of history to this one

feeling special

during the week 2 of my oldest friends -- Ira Joel Haber & James Robert Parish -- both sent me goodie packages. they often gather obituaries of those they know I care abt & postcards & playbills   sometimes DVDs or magazines   & send them along. it always soothes my often wrinkld brow.

then today my newest friend Kevin McCollister sent a book he knew I'd like.

my thx to all of them.

preparing

The Arrow That is Hollywood Pierces the Soul That is Me for publication I cut the Evelyn Nesbit poem. I still like it. but I don't think it works in the final manuscript.

now the hard part. trying to find a publisher. altho I've been at this game for more than 40 years I'm not good at it. & right now I'm not sure where to go.

EVELYN NESBIT REMEMBERS

          climbing stairs
          of boardinghouse
          in Hollywood

the girl
   in the
        red velvet
           swing

          thinks back
          to the nite
          she snuck out
          on Stanford White
          to spend
          in the arms
          of John Barrymore

          for one moment
          she cd still
          smell him

Evelyn Nesbit


Stanford White


John Barrymore

best thing abt bad weather

CNN gives us more of Rob Marciano

ties that bind

contributor Geof Huth comments

times are bad?

a Giacometti sculpture just sold for 92 & a half million dollars.....

snowing again

so I'm making chicken soup

lawyer

that word is so oily it slips off the page. we each have our own memory of the shenanigans of that profession. I suspect for me it was the freeing of O. J. Simpson from murder charges.

the latest yuck in the field comes from Rip Torn's lawyer. he claims the actor didn't intend to break into a bank at all. of course not. he was so drunk he smashd windows to enter his own home.

thx

Lars Palm

Tom Beckett

John Burroughs

Richard Lopez

Mark Young

announcing

Lars Palm has publishd Tie One On in his online Ungovernable Press series. it's all one manuscript but appears here in 2 parts because of space limitations of his provider.

ouch

last month on e-bay the winning bid on a copy of February 03 was a dime.

sad

Rip Torn's arrest for trying to rob a bank while drunk seems more like a movie plot line than a newspaper story.

Satchmo

I was 17 when I took this picture of Louis Armstrong at Ravinia

J. D. Salinger (1919-2010)

I have to admit to not having read Salinger in decades. it was so important to me at one time I was afraid to reread Catcher. as a young writer I was under his spell when I wrote the short story "Accident" which I sent to the New Yorker . altho they didn't publish it I seem to recall I rec'd a personalizd rejection slip.

state of the onion

yes it was a thrill to hear the president mention Elyria in such an important speech. & this certainly is our best spoken president since Kennedy. but even tho he speaks so well one wonders what action he'll be able to achieve. part of the problem is the inability of that collection of dunces calld Congress to do their job. how difficult it was to watch the well-lacquerd Pelosi licking her lips like a Disney villainess while sitting beside Bobblehead Biden. & then there was that telling shot of Reid yawning.

but how lovely to see Obama scold the Supreme Court while the justices sat before him. maybe he has more backbone than his critics think.

Jean Simmons (1929-2010)

while I was in Hollywood this beautiful actress died. she was a favorite of mine when I was a boy. a poem abt her is in "Sonny's Scrapbook" which originally appeard in Court Green & was collectd in It's All a Movie. & she remaind a favorite over the decades.

she appeard in so many classic films but probably my favorite performance of hers was in the lesser-known "Home Before Dark." I regret I was unable to see her on stage in "A Little Night Music" but with the help of the album I see her as Desiree in my mind.

her marriage to the swashbuckling Stewart Granger made them the Taylor/Burton of their day. (amusingly Simmons' affair with leading man Burton was years before Elizabeth's.) & of course her struggle with alcoholism simply made her closer to me.

Obama in Elyria

while I was held hostage in my Coral Sands room by LA's torrential rains I watchd the president speak from my hometown. he was at the community college where Maggie Anderson & I read Sherwood Anderson's "Mid American Chants." he began by mentioning that Elyria mayor Bill Grace (who once proclaimd a Sherwood Anderson Day) had taken him to lunch at Smitty's -- one of Dad's hangouts.

my last publisher John Burroughs just notified me of this video he took of the presidential motorcade passing his house on Cleveland St. how odd to know that Obama went by the other end of Winckles St & past the Chinese restaurant where I used to get take-out for my folks & the funeral home where Dad was laid out.

the first half

of my long LA weekend was awful. relentless rain & cold. but then it cleard & I was able to see some friends.

but the real reason I went to LA was to see "The PeeWee Herman Show." I had tix for the day after Thxgiving at an intimate spot on Hollywood Blvd. but in process the show became too high tech for that space. when it was switchd to Club Nokia downtown the dates changd. so I had to fly in again just for the event.

& despite the crap weather when I arr'd it was worth the trip. Paul Reubens is a comedy master & his PeeWee creation indelible.



some of his fans became vocal over the venue/date change. to placate them Reubens gave the original ticket buyers unique access to him. after each performance he meets with them. I remember in the days of the tv series & Tim Burton films Reubens wd only appear in character. so it was at first stunning to see him come out in costume & be Paul Reubens. he answerd all questions & even left the stage to mingle with his excitd fans.



he sd that at first he dread'd doing the meet & greet but that as it's come along he now enjoys the experience. & he's quite humble & appreciative of the reception being given to the comeback of his most important character.

after the rain stoppd

Kevin McCollister & I swappd books at Dresden in Los Feliz.

off

on an early weekend getaway...

tradition dictates paper as a gift for a 1st anniversary. the citizenry of Massachusetts gave the president such a humiliating defeat you cd call it a paper cut. except this one may bleed much longer than most.

one year isn't enuf time to reset the country after the terrible 8 of the previous regime. but I understand the frustration so many feel. we all expectd Obama to perform miracles & he hasn't.

I don't know where the country is going but this recent shift of the electorate back to the right is disturbing. part of the problem is the left seems to have lost its balls as well as attractive candidates.

California sent

us its storms overnite. but on the way it turnd to snow. schools here closd. in the football field across the arroyo a father & son have rolld a snowball into a massive white boulder.

early cinema

in 1975 I was keeping some notes on movies I was seeing at that time. for Edwin S. Porter's "The Great Train Robbery" (1903) I wrote:

Porter used 14 shots in a film lasting about 9 minutes. some half century later   Hitchcock constructed 70 camera setups for the 45 seconds of the shower scene in "Psycho."

Sandow (1894)

Library of Congress has postd many of its early film holdings on You Tube. altho I've seen Fred Ott sneeze & Sandow flex what seems hundreds of times I never cease to marvel at these images.

thx

to Richard Lopez

(& for the record this is my 2000th post. can't believe it but I've been at this since 2004.)

a 1977 collaboration

going thru files I uncoverd this poem. I was askd by Akron Art Institute (its pre-museum name) to be part of "Concept"   a day's activities which included a performance by a local band by the name of DEVO.

investigating collaborations of poets I wrote a line & sent it to Paul Metcalf asking him to write the next line & send it on till there were 10 lines by 10 poets.

here's the result:

she pulled from her packsack
a sixpack of mead, a wineskin of sack
the bricabrac of her life and a used valentine
"I donno," she said, "this perfect
ly sibilant tree that shades me
drinks up the moon with many a mouth
cries back at me" her numbers, lights
alarmed, spawn dark fires chewing
darkness, "your heat makes pink tongues brittle, voices
bald like an old brunette's heart."

contributors:
Alex Gildzen
Paul Metcalf
Harry Lewis
Toby Olson
Janet Rodney
Nathaniel Tarn
Jerome Rothenberg
David Meltzer
Barbara Einzig
Alice Notley

on the edge
of
feeling unwell

images from Haiti

devastating

bad neighbors

on a morning walk I became so pissd off at the mess nearby apartment dwellers left in the arroyo that I returnd home. I got a large garbage bag & filld it with beer cans   cigaret packets & other refuse thrown into the arroyo by disgusting people.

people with whom I've shared an elevator

Ginger Rogers
Robert DeNiro
Thelma Schoonmaker
Eudora Welty
Keanu Reeves
James Ellroy
Dan Rather
Betty Buckley
Peter Paige

Gildzen in Worldcat

69 works in 76 publications in 1 language and 1,087 library holdings



12 libraries have copies of my 1st chapbook

my new bracelet

Colin brought his beautiful piece over & took this...

a bird picture (for Mike Busam)

our unusual cold has brought many kinds of birds to my back portal this ayem. this has been the most exciting. not the best photo (taken thru glass) but when the bird flies it exhibits maddening patches of red.

Colin Coonsis stoppd by to measure me.

"Making Circles"

Rinaldo Rasa has postd my e-book on Beats Supernova.

the spacing between pieces is off but I'm happy to have this work get more attention. it's important to me.

Gary Brockette (1947-2010)

his film career was almost 40 years but he never became a household name. altho his credits coverd many positions he mostly workd as an assistant director. however to me his shining moment in film was as an actor. he was the rich kid who had the naked swimming party in "The Last Picture Show."



I searchd the net & was unable to uncover a photo of that scene which in its day was quite bold. so I went to my personal film reference library. this is the only photo I found. it wasn't of the best quality & by the time I made a scan it got even worse. but here is a hint of Gary Brockette & his quick moment in film history.

Tom & I at Garford

we're side by side in the middle of the 2nd row:



in an e-mail Tom wrote
It is hard to believe we used to step into those recessed windows while playing hide and seek. If I go back to writing the architecture column for the paper I will give a mention to Garford School. It was designed by Silsbee who came to the area to supervise the construction of buildings at Oberlin College (the Arch on the Square and Men's Building I believe.) for his father back in Chicago. His father was the first man to hire Frank Lloyd Wright. Silsbee supervised the building of Garford School in two phases. The basement and the first floor were built several years before the top floor. I have walked over to look at it several times but cannot see the seam.

baseball

is a topic you seldom see in my writing because the game doesn't figure much in my life. living so close to Cleveland I grew up with the Indians & had a period in my boyhood when I actually followd the game. looking back I realize part of that was a crush on Al Rosen.

the photo below shows me playing the game at Eastern Heights during that short window of Indians fanhood. (the formidable woman was my teacher Mrs. Beck.)



the reason I mention the game is a book I'm reading. The Spitball Knuckleball Book is a well-researchd well-designd volume which will enthrall true fans of the sport. & its author is someone I've known for over 61 years. Tom Mahl & I were students at Garford Elementary School before we became neighbors. where my backyard end'd his began.



in my last chapbook is a poem calld "Tom Mahl Reminds Me." this video -- shot in front of what was Garford school -- lacks quality but here it is anyway.

tom mahl reminds me @ Yahoo! Video

Jack Mulhall (1887-1979)

it's been sd he was one of J. C. Leyendecker's models for the Arrow Collar Man.



I met him once. it was 2 years before he died. I was at an event at the former Warner Brothers studio with a pair of his onetime leading ladies May McAvoy & Lois Wilson. May was especially thrilld to see him & gave him a big hug.

Mulhall made his film debut for D. W. Griffith in 1910. after a trio of Griffith pictures he did two for James Kirkwood (father of the novelist/playwright) before becoming a popular leading man of the silent era. he workd for Cecil B. DeMille   Frank Borzage   King Vidor. he did the first dual role in talkies & despite his charm startd sliding in the credits. today he's probably best rememberd for supporting roles in Flash Gordon & Buck Rogers features. but there's something admirable abt any movie career that lasts a half century.

last nite I saw Mulhall in a forgotten Poverty Row feature from 1932 calld "Love Bound." minor stuff. but he was the star. his fall to bit parts must've been difficult. but like so many silent era stars he did it with dignity.

the mind...

              it's
not a Herod's oath that cannot change.

    Marianne Moore

more laundry

cleaning house is a New Years Day tradition. so when I returnd from the gym I got into it. by nightfall I was tired & watchd a Lawrence Tierney DVD.

this morning I've been out of the loop. it's the second day of the year. no holiday. but because of yesterday it doesn't feel like a routine day either. some of my sadness is gone. beginning another year with more dead friends & family is always tough. but there's still an edge of anxiety abt what the year will bring.

so I kept my bathrobe on too long as I did some cleansering here   some organizing there. clearly no direction. not like me. I prefer pointing to where I want to go then going there.

I finally got dressd. I have some wee tasks to accomplish. maybe wee is plenty for a day that isn't a holiday.

usually

on NYE I'm in bed by 10. but neighbor Phil invitd me to a party at the former Magtag mansion. playing for the guests was Guitar Shorty.



it was a loud & lively evening.

& in the roads

of Bob's corduroy shirt he felt the year finally slip away. feverd nites of madness on the couch. ache of a loved one on the floor. thug's footprint on his door. a bad year. but almost gone.

just survive one more nite he told himself   coffee cooling in his mug. there's another coming. only hours away. let it have light. allow it to swim with mirth. permit this new year to blossom.

Tavern on the Green (1934-2009)

at a 1989 dinner party for Bette Davis

upright subjunctive

when I saw Freud's couch all I cd think was who cd possibly feel comfortable on those old rugs. then I got on the Vienna trolley & returnd to ElDorado Park to swim naked. now that was comfortable. & when I viewd the Venus of Willendorf she was naked & lookd comfortable too. in that same week I saw Mr. Vienna crownd at my hotel. he wasn't totally naked. but in that skimpy outfit & grimacing thru those muscle poses he didn't look comfortable at all. then there were the others who shared the long table at Figgulmuller's where we all felt comfortable eating weinerschnitzle that floppd over the edges of the plate.

I'm not sure why Freud put rugs on his couch. I suspect he had no design sense. but you'd think he'd have tried out the couch before having his patients recline on it. it's less an issue of a discerning eye than of a comfortable ass. but that was a long time ago. maybe Austrians then threw rugs all over their rooms.

barn door

I thot the Bush admin was bad. given its first threat from another religious loonie & the Obama team over reacts bigtime. flying is unpleasant enuf but now there are more restrictions. I'm less afraid of being blown up than peeing in my seat.

Mary Wickes

yesterday morning I was in need of a laugh. so I went to You Tube & clickd on "I Love Lucy." I chose the ballet episode gueststarring Mary Wickes. then in the evening I learnd that You Tube had a pilot for an unseen series calld "The Decorator." its star was Bette Davis but in support was Wickes.



here's a picture I took of the character actress in Beverly Hills in 1992. we had a sweet chat. I was happy to be able to tell her that she'd brought me a great deal of joy over the decades.

boxing day

began as a time to give to charities but like all holidays has been turnd by business into another party day.

__________________________________________

after writing the above I encounterd this.

sometimes I need to smack myself. I'm not always gloomy. I'm emerging from a challenging year.

so Stephen.... enjoy the day & yr whole week.

off

to the gym
in my Taco Tonto tee

good

to see birds feasting on dry cat food I put out on the back portal.

Olga sends me

spam
from Russia.

13 ladies
wish
to date me.

that's
not the mail
I want.

but
the old lover
I think

will write
fills
my in box

with
invisible kisses
& ghost embraces.

"Brent Goodman woke up with the stars."

I read that on Facebook this morning. my simple reading is that he woke up in the middle of the nite.

I often wake up with stars. but they are movie stars who come to me in dreams. those who leave us their images on screen never die. & those screen images ooze into my head & bleed into my dreams.

Marilyn Monroe is a frequent visitor. I never met her in life but went to her grave again last month. the Marilyn I see in my dreams isn't the character she workd hard to present to the world. she's a quiet young woman who enjoys listening.

these nite movies my mind makes often disappear even as I lift my body from bed. but sometimes the forgotten ressurects itself with a word here   a line there. where else does poetry come from? it comes as much from the movies I see as from those my head makes in the nite.

so good morning Brent. how splendid we both woke up.

aging

I took dinner at a middle eastern place yesterday before going to the theater. the large table next to mine was full of nattering seniors fresh from church. they began to grumble abt technology. one complaind that her grandkids no longer spoke cause they were constantly on their Blueberries.

Alaina Reed Hall (1946-2009)

walkd to town & back -- happy I'm not on the east coast.

calming down

let Michelle Bachman pray against health care while the pope picks out his xmas frock. it's time for me to turn off the news & get silly.



all right. I feel a little better.

impeach Congress

Lieberman may be the biggest shit in the Senate but he doesn't hold the patent on dishonesty or greed. & then there are those neanderthals from Nebraska & Oklahoma. I don't remember ever having been so disgustd with our government. nothing seems to be working.

& what to make of Obama. the last president was so bad that we all had expectations too high for any mortal to meet. I still want this guy to succeed but we need action & not more speeches. if he isn't strong enuf to pass legislation when his is the majority party what will happen when the GOP makes its expectd gains next year.

I try not to be negative but the bombardment of bad news is daunting. & it coincides with the most depressing time of the year. screw the plum pudding. just pass a bowl of Valium till we're well into 2010.

Jennifer Jones (1919-2009)

hair blacker than nite. bright red lips. & a white gown of classic simplicity. it was Jennifer Jones right there in front of me at one of those all-star parties I went to years ago in Beverly Hills. I'd heard she was private   even aloof. but this was a public event so I shyly went up to her. when she lookd at me I told her how beautiful she was. her smile was a dazzler. she reachd out her hand to me & askd my name. our conversation was brief. but it was one of those lovely moments one remembers on days like this.

"they've forgotten me"

that plaintive phrase is part of the final speech in The Cherry Orchard. it's spoken by the old butler Firs. altho I didn't see that production he was playd in 2006 by Lee Kissman.

while I was still on my 1st cuppa (& shortly after the morning news announcd that Tiger Woods had been named Ho of the Decade or something like that) I saw on Facebook that playwright Robert Patrick calld Kissman a "superstar."

I think the only time I ever saw Kissman was in "The Hawk" more than 40 years ago. O-Lan Jones & her mother were also in the cast. & I think I went to the play with Jean-Claude van Itallie.

reading that Kissman is/was a superstar has me cogitating. what exactly is fame? I've been contemplating this theme in my work for many a year. & I still have no clear answer. even if a poll were taken & Kissman came out as one of the dozen best actors in the history of off-Broadway does that kind of fame put him in the same category as one of the current famous-for-no reason folk like Paris Hilton. indeed in 50 years how many will remember either Kissman or Hilton?

perhaps all this is on my mind because last nite I sent Mike Busam a response to his e-mail suggesting a possible publisher for Making Circles. I wrote: I have the feeling that after my death my career will go one of 2 ways: either I'll be completely forgotten or I'll be "rediscoverd" & become another famous dead writer.

I really don't spend much time at all considering my own spec in the writing firmament. but I know I always will find intrigue in the theme of fame in the lives of others. it's especially poignant in my focus on film. I have always been a major fan of the silent era. & time after time I feel so sad when I see one of the great stars of that era playing a bit part in some forgotten talkie.

when I startd this ramble I had no idea where I was going. I suspect that by beginning with Lee Kissman I shd end with him. so if that philandering golfer is getting some kind of award this morning let me make Lee Kissman "Star of the Day." that won't make him any more famous to the universe but it makes me feel good to recognize someone who has given us a life in art.

one of the many reasons

I dislike the holidays is the congestion at the p.o. what a surprise today to discover next to no line. perhaps the lousy economy is responsible.

another resident of Fort Lauderdale

this blog's newest fan

    Samantha     resort kitten

Winter Fest

yesterday's weather worse than day before.

when I arr'd on the 29th floor of Las Olas Grand to watch the boat parade the rain was so bad we cd hardly see down to ground. but we had a lucky break. it cleard up for the parade. then minutes after I returnd to the resort came the 1st in a series of torrential outbursts. & during the nite the winds were so fierce I cdn't sleep.

of course

forecast for weekend was sunny & hot. this is my 2nd day of overcast with fringe precip.

fort lauderdale

this resort computer is
d
oin
g straneg
things

off

to
warmer climes
for the weekend

for Bob (because he likes snow pix)

obelisk left by Valentin Hernandez at the edge of the patio

behold... is that winter before me?

last nite was lovely. with just a light snow Rita & I took Cinco on a run at the nearby football field. but during the nite there was a storm loud enuf to wake me. then in the dark of morning I went out to help neighbors who work shovel their driveways.

dinner party

with John Ericson & David Frankham

Santa Fe Film Festival

Ellen Kuras


Dabney Coleman & Mark Rydell


Wes Studi


Anna Gunn

another day begins

slippd into
my Jim Dine bathrobe
cut a piece
of Wayne Thiebaud cake
to eat
beside a David Hockney pool

Richard Todd (1919-2009)

for Rebecca Loudon

Santa Monica Farmers Market

Rudolph Valentino

walking around Hollywood the other day I stoppd at DeLongpre Park where there are 2 statues in memory of The Shiek.

Eric May (1939-2009)

"Thoreau Mask" (1975)



Eric taught graphic design at Kent State. he coordinatd the work of Type High Press. & he was an able practioner of the drawing arts. I've had this piece of his since it was in the 1975 KSU faculty show.