Changing of the Guard
John Bauman
wrote on my blog:
You’re not
the old guard. You’re the perpetually changing guard. And nobody watches the
standing guard. Everyone shows up for the changing of the guard.
Thanks
Johnnie you know how much I respect your work as a studio potter making great
domestic ware for 4 decades. You’re one of the potters I don’t git that ain’t
rich. Every time you post you’re applying to drive a school bus or be a Walmart
greeter my sphincter gets in a twist.
Actually
everyone showing up to see the changing of this guard is a bit like rubberneckers
at a car wreck. They show up to see what is going to come out of my mouth this
time. My highest blog numbers are always
when the readers think I’ve failed yet again, lost love, found love or God,
trashed pottery knicky knackies, amateur work not ready for sale or displays of
good work surrounded by bad work. They wait to pounce. Don’t fear it’s just
another bullet bouncing off my helmet.
Johnnie I
get your point. The Old Guard are either fishing for ground trout, preparing
for their fishing trips or have already caught their limit and retired. This
last 2 or 3 years has certainly seen the changing of the guard. There is a new
(old) bunch that stand on the shoulders of these giants of their careers.
There have
been comparisons between me and Grass because of his support of me and my
career. I’m a pale comparison to his
public persona. Grass is a researcher/author and I am the poet.
Maybe the right woman would have given me balance and stability. I never
got that memo.
We have to
meet some day Johnnie. The first round is on you!
Here are a
couple of John’s pots. Well made, interesting and welcome in the large market
of Anytown, USA . Burn the blue vest,
John. It don’t fit ya so well!
Comments
Sort of like a Waring blender." -Zevon
I've learned more in the past few years of changes imposed on me (and some of my own making).
My seventh grade literature teacher taught me that no good literature is written without conflict -- man vs. man, man vs. nature, man vs. clay, glazes, fire, and water. No good life either, I suppose.
I wonder what kind of paradise there could ever be in the absence of contrast? An eternal bliss without struggle? I don't know how that would work. It sucked for Midas. But then again, life sucked for Sisyphus too.
You keep writing about the changes and I'll keep reading.
BTW, have you seen the absolutely luscious, glazed pitchers John has on his blog today?