Custer’s Last Waistband & the Cowboy Prince Present…
A Boy’s Will; Come on Lets Leave This Suffocating River in Which We Swim With Other Fish From Dawn to Shifting Night, & Now In This Newly Discovered Space, Lets Fly To A Pure Solitude!” (2012), wood-burning on scrap wood
Title and Work Inspired by an excerpt from Pablo Neruda’s The Future is Space and Robert Frost’s Into My Own
ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some dayInto their vastness I should steal away, Fearless of ever finding open land, Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. I do not see why I should e’er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew—Only more sure of all I thought was true.