April 21 Entry. NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2019 |
| So few understood, his offbeat auteur spirit, was it the accent? He came so close once, by birthing a boogeyman, in nineteen-eighty. A factory man, working in the wilderness. The last renegade. Lone provocateur, in a wicker cowboy hat, now gone forever. We scant fanatics, miss his chaotic art and, our Germaniac! |