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FURTHER ODE, A LA CRISP: SUR LE ROUGE

CRISPY'S ODES, STARTING WITH MORLEY

GRILLO PICCOLO

CELLINI

THE LAWN CHAIR OF HENRY ROUSSEAU

LIGHTBULB MAN: REDUX! (It's true, I pronounced the 'x' until I was about 74 years old, or so. Sometimes I do even now, when I am feeling nostalgic.)

EVERYBODY IN MY FAMILY EVENTUALLY STARTS TALKING ABOUT THE OCEAN

I HARDLY EVER GO TO THE BAKERY ANYMORE SAID A DOEFUL CRISPY

"MY HORSE, SIMILE" by CRISPY

FALLING TO EARTH

MY HERO

CRISPY'S FRIDAY, SATURDAY, AND TUESDAY AS RECALLED THROUGH THE FRIDAY, SATURDAY AND TUESDAY JOURNALS OF CRISPY FLOTILLA

HOPELESSLY GAUCHE

NEW POEM

EVERY MAN FORGOT HE WAS A SOLDIER AND FLED ...

NO, I HAVEN'T SEEN IT.

THE PALPABLE AND FLEECY NIGHT TERRORS OF CRISPY A LA MODE

CRISPY PLAYS DARWIN, after a fashion

CRISPY SOLICITS YOUR OPINION: you know crispy–is this the bike for him?

CRISPY REFLECTS ON HOW EVERYTHING THAT IS OLD IS NEW AGAIN, ESPECIALLY IF THE OLD IS OLD JAPAN AND THE NEW IS NEW CARRBORO, NORTH CAROLINA

TWO HUNDRED MOVIES

WHEN BOB DYLAN SAID, OR PERHAPS IT WAS BILLY THE KID, I ALWAYS GET THEM CONFUSED...

LEMON TREES ARE VERY PRETTY, BUT NOTHING COMPARES WITH LEMON PLEDGE, BEAUTY-WISE

THE ANTI MEMORY VAPOR VS THE BRAINY BURRO: a love letter

A PENSIVE MOMENT FOR THE LIKES OF CRISPY, noted in a pensive period

CRISPY CRITIQUES IN A MOMENT OF REPOSE: PAUL KLEE'S 'SENECIO'

LEMONHEAD THE SECOND: ANOTHER CHILDHOOD REFLECTION, CRISPED

A QUOTE FROM CRISPY: "MUST ACKNOWLEDGE EXISTENCE OF SEPTEMBER" with lemonhead

CRISPY AND THE OL' 40 WATTER

TREE: AND WHAT IT MEANS TO ME

YOU ARE INVITED

CRISPY DECLARES: NOT ART RELATED

CRISPY GOES AWAY FOR A WHILE IN ORDER TO COMMUNE WITH THE SPIRIT OF LITTLE STEVIE WONDER, CIRCA 1967

LESSER MEDITATIONS, WITH A GENTLE CRISP

CRISPY MEDITATIONS ON THE SABBATH HOW I SPENT THE SABBATH, BUT JUST THIS ONE (images by Crispy Jr.)

CRISP REFLECTIONS ON BEING MORE SOMEWHAT MORE REALISTIC

OH SYD

ELI'S COMIN': A SELECTION OF HANDSOME NOTES ASSEMBLED UNDER THE HAND OF CRISPY

A NIGHT OF SOME DELIGHT

DAY OF THE CONDOR

CRISPY EXPLORES: A MULTITUDE OF SOME OF THE VERY INTERESTING COMPLEXITIES OF PARIS, FRANCE

CRISPY'S THIRST FOR KNOWLEGE CONTINUES UNABATED

FROM 1978: TEEN BEAT (TO BILLY)

CRISPY CONSIDERS: A TRUE STORY

THREE WORKS FROM CRISPY'S YOUNGER BUT NOT EVIL COMPLETELY TWIN BROTHER, AL DENTE de la FLOTILLA

THE BOX TOPS AND MY BABY

ATTENTION: READERS: YOUR ASSISTANCE, PLEASE

THREE POEMS W/OUT AN OZ. OF CRISPINESS

THAT SAD, SAD, SAD TOUCH OF MINK

MORE BEETHOVEN a la C. FLOTILLA

BONJOUR: A CRISPY ARTISTIC INQUIRY INTO THE ARTS BY CRISPY FLOTILLA

A QUICK STOP BY THE CATACOMBS

REFLECTIONS IN A GOLDEN NEST OF FLYING AWAY FROM SAME

A POSTCARD FROM VIENNA: CRISPY CONDUCTS EINE KLEINE NACHTMUSIK, WITH UNFORTUNATE RESULTS

ALL OF CRISPY'S THOUGHTS FOR THE DAY

CRISPY SAYS HELLO TO THE señor SANS TILDA, AT TIMES AVEC TILDA