Sunday, November 25, 2018

My favorite Pictures of Guy Wryter


Uncle John
All aboard

Sweet scent
your Squirrel hands

Jaguar calling
looking for friends



American Tea Time
Dear flood level
White of the eye


straight  to the top

professor
sports glasses
Howdy
just before impact
trying to figure

The Doctor is in

New shoes

Free Examinations.........

Sliding Fee thereafter ................

Sunday, November 11, 2018

A Team of Old Mules

I guess we will give Guy a shot at it this morning.........

Guy was remembering yesterday ............. a visit to Mississippi

Years ago as a boy....  maybe 1969 or 1970 he was on a farm and up on a wagon behind two Mules...

The other boy had the reins.... and  it was Guys first time up on the Wagon....

The  older boy told Guy... the mules were   SLOW  and TIRED..... and 21 years old.......

But.... Watch this.............

The Older Boy had a length of stick.... fairly long and ridged...............

He had a good grip on that stick.... and aimed it right at the Mule on the lefts... Ass Hole....

and gave it just short of a    ' mighty jab'

Heavens!   How that wagon thrust forward.....    I suppose the second Mule was following suite...

That old mule on  Guys Left........  made a mighty motion for a 21 year old Mule.....Leaping... and front  legs coming up off the ground...

for whatever reasons........ Guy had never forgotten that  .....

A Team of Old Mules.....

Friday, September 28, 2018

The difference is TRUE

Banisters  and rails    everywhere........... it was an old house  and upstairs with lots of  antique Green furnishings....  A little dark.....I was trying to you win over... then your friend came along in the metal  armor....  smoking that weed.... and you failed to introduce me....  that was when I grew angry and fled out into the street....... I felt small........

I was trying so hard to convey to explain something that I felt was or should be   important to you... and you were not listening even a little bit..........

There I was moseying along in the center of the Street ... and up came the girl wearing the floppy hat and that  had that peculiar  style hair do... I remember seeing from her little profile photo...... I was inflated... instantly like a Soccer Ball......... ready.........

She recognized me on the Street of all places....  and boldly  said oh! your that guy?... I follow... I know you....

She said  I looked like a Ruffian.......... put off a bit at first  in real life....... I thought briefly of my whiskers........ and my ears...
I looked at her and said...    'I heard myself say it in a dream'    this  .... "The difference is TRUE" that is what it is....

all right? ..............

and.........

"Polar Opposites Attract"................. you know......?

Next thing 'WE' were lip locked.......... her cherry reds... against mine chapped...

Demure Eva........ said .........

I looked like a Ruffian......... she ...was all satin and lace.... and finery

The difference is TRUE

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Renting long term or buying

Forgone:

The Lecture Series:

Humbled Soon Enough:

Each and everyone:

Are we afraid to be humbled?

Forgo the Lecture Series:

The man the other side the bridge at a 45 degree angle from here is bedridden with cancer,

And yet another down the street loosing his mind directly to the South......... and the 3rd a compassionate woman 1700 miles  to the North or the West ... loosing her mobility.... they are not getting out much tucked  away these days.........


inspiring me to wonder....... are we

Renting long term or buying...................?

Sunday, September 2, 2018

You August 16th People.. we gotta stick together ... best we can....

You August 16th people are all the same aren't you?.... I am really one to talk...  for I am one too.

All I can tell you from where I am is this........

It's different now.... to be a writer......    I mean it wasn't easy or very fortuitous back then either... I struggled a long time......

Times have changed......  and besides there could never be another me.......

again...........

Only Snippets....... of what I once was .... can bleed through...... a cloth...

and Here you are you came along.......... you didn't forget me or I you......

Why you can't even hold your liquor..... your a light weight kid...... but I like ya....... don't take it the wrong way......... I virtually killed myself with it.....

I remember when your Dad your father  took you to L.A.    The City of    'Lost Asshole's'
He brought you buy as a boy to meet me... but I was not home.... I was across the street watching...

I saw you and your father walk in my  bungalow looking for me  your dad was hoping I was home...... you both were looking up on the walls at those Black and White photos of the Nudes I had pinned up...  as I recall....

I said to myself then....  I like you kid........ you're  all right in my book...  you can light up my smoke any day.......

You August 16th People.... we gotta stick together...  best we can..

Friday, June 29, 2018

Signature rock or all paths cross for a reason.

All Paths cross for a reason:

No Random....

Random...

Sitting in a room with his dead mother he peered across  into the catty cornered  adjacent room..

There the old man sat in a rocking chair  with a shawl across his lap he waved to get his attention... it took twice the old man recognized him and came alive....

He wanted to introduce  his now dead  mother to  his war hero friend you see?   for he felt it was of importance the wanting to say hello... and them to meet.

The rise and greet... of sorts so to speak.

All paths cross for a reason he  had dream't ......

I knew your father before he died..... I used to work for him.... he gave me a bottle of champagne the night you were born.

Signature rock or all paths cross for a reason.

                                                                WAGON WHEEL RUTS

Thursday, June 28, 2018

A Stench in the air

Sitting at the head of the stairs there is a full moon just behind the travelers palm.........
casting shadows.......

Special place......   he draws in a breath an tastes the stench laden air...  of Decay.....

A special this............

'Not buying into the price of 'Angst'   Keep the Change he thinks.......

Were on a 'Roll'   JOHNNY BOY!

The lyrics of the song Hotel California pop into his mind..." you can check out anytime you like but you can never leave"

He begins to understand.......

Enter the Voice and lyrics...........  "There is a kind of hush......... all over the World tonight"


Sunday, April 29, 2018

Opposite Direction

A lunatic........

The moon is full.......

Tugging...........

Pulling away...........

In the opposite direction.......

or

Go with it.............

Don't  you love it?

You might even like it.

Opposite Direction...........

Saturday, March 24, 2018

The Giant Jig Saw Puzzle

Open Childlike ........ Yellowstone National Park........

Maybe it is really about honesty?.....................

After the next major storm...... an observation.....

It was a lifetime of a ruse...........

The center span of the 7 mile bridge was missing... and the Ocean was falling into a topless cave down down below... but the water was still azure........... and turned foamy white as it fell.....

True Suffering off of the face of the earth..................

Some would seem.... Short on Empathy.......  the Clones.............

Hysterical.

Burning your art work in a beach fire...........

How will you do that on the internet?

Vengeance ....and.. and just the man to serve it.

All the words ever written assembled into a big jig saw puzzle .... a transparent layover of the Universe.

Bareback or Saddled............

A danger to me.............

Pass..........

Guilt Ridden.

Right to the point.

The Stars in Heaven shine down and through the   'Very Blue' on the wall.

The Florida Keys are now the Miami Extension...........

A paradigm  shift....... Since Irma....

The labor pools are bused... under the cloak of darkness.....

Laying beneath clear sheets of glass   ' under'   a  crystal Arizona night sky.

Monday, March 5, 2018

'Big Dick.'

A  large cumbersome man, an inspiration..........
'Big Dick' is 90 years old now.....

If you are ever on Big Pine Key and look around you may see him.......
driving around the island in his Silver Kia Soul... why he can still turn it on a dime.

or you may see him on his giant tricycle.....wearing enormous sunglasses..
he has giant ears and a Hawk nose.........

We have bumped into each other over the years a lot of times... maybe in the grocery store or wherever...  he reminded me of when I used to push my daughters around in the grocery  carts.....and we would chat... over the years.......

He told me... sometimes he lays in bed now and just laughs out loud when he recalls to himself and the Universe when he thinks of growing up in Central Mass. in a 5 bedroom farm house..

He is a stone mason by trade you know?

'Big Dick'

Was reminiscing  about the birthing of a calf in the family barn... and then weaning it off the tit... by putting his finger up in the bottom of the pail full of milk......... how quickly the calf gave up nursing.

and..... the picking of blueberry's that filled an entire washtub...

and then the selecting and grading of them....

and the room downstairs that every year, just about had the squawking of a new baby....sibling....

A simpler time.....

I reminded him he has lived across a Chasm of time concerning the industrial revolution.

He paused:

He said when they were kids they did not care.......... he remarked... they were always occupied... and never knew any different.

I told him for whatever reason.... the he was an inspiration of a man......

Yes...... Richard......   tough as nails...... 'Big Dick'.....