Dreaming out-Loud. 10/13/18
(A Brutes first Remembrance)
ON my first full stand-up I notice my soggy-squishy bottom felt better, and there was a chocolate-brown wall about me.
What was most dazzling? being elevated or spotting hypnotizing color? I do not recall, but the second had powered my sense of touch.
Holding bars and gliding down I was again floating in a stinging swamp. I wanted to leave that stink and grab a Brown Wall.
It seems all my life I've run into stingers, but with determination there were canoe’s. ----Gary Carlson "Is the Brute"---
Star Light Star Bright
I was about 3 years old and I spent much time with grandma Bessie who had a bedroom upstairs next to mine. My room had three walls with rows and rows of glass panes as it was an upstairs sun porch; it's glass halfway to the deck. This was my bedroom but this evening it was MoMA, when a force jerked my tiny-head agog-ha, my first night star. Gary Carlson "Is the Brute"
3 month beach bum
After discovered havens, I had a mind smacking for more excitement. Pedaling my dozer red tricycle, I spotted Bessie had forgotten to close the folding stair-gate, and without prejudice, made the dash.I spent summer car-sitting watching the family splashing Ottertail Lake, unable to walk. The University of Minnesota Medical Center was soon to be a 3-month stay
Story Line (1978)
(A) home on Beacon Hill with 100-mile views every direction.
1. neighbor was Dragon Lady of China Town Seattle.
2. Rent 4 bedroom's and studio apartment friends from Bellevue WA.
(B) A home above Des Moines Washington located on the east shore of Puget Sound, halfway between Seattle and Tacoma
1. Rented out three bedrooms to 7 pilot's.
(C) 2.4 acre's on Vashon Island with view of Seattle
(D) To entice renters on the Beacon Hill home I supplied their rooms with phones in my name. The home with pilot's bought their own numbers.
-1. 1976 I danced at Seattle's Club "Shelley's Leg" with a guy named Lonnie who would become my first male lover out of two life gave me.
-2. Lonnie had a 1958 Imperial Crown that we drove to a Montana logging town to see his muscled logger-brother. Leaving Seattle, the moon was bright as Lonnie swapped batterie’s with a parked car. That moon had a wonderful glow.----------ruby's on Lonnie's window-------what am i doing here?-----
Even that young, staring at Lonnie's home in my orange 1976 mustang, I realized obsession was ugly, My Beacon Hill neighbor was Seattle's "Dragon Lady" so I chose China Town for my new extended party.