Ars Poetica with Pain
In this one, Yosemite Sam gets hung. Bugs digs his way into the prison yard after he missed that mythical left at Albuquerque and soon Sam’s big hat flaps in the wind, his knee-high, shit kickers jerking in midair. It’s not Eurydice stumbling into ecstasy up the moss- tumbled steps, Orpheus erect before her; it’s […]