In every sense, Uncle Ken’ichi seemed to have been born in order to be sacrificed to the war effort. He was born more than a decade after my father, and so the entire process of his personal development coincided with the process of Japan’s descent into conflict. In the end, his young flesh and fragile soul were placed as burnt offerings upon the altar of war.
It is dark & I go It is dark & I don’t go I go & I don’t go It is dark & I go & I don’t go
A FIRST NARRATIVE
He is King. He matters. He is King. He forgives. He is King He is King. He attends a wedding. He is King. He attends a decision. He attends. He attends. He dances. We see. He is King. We siphon. The inheritors dance. He matters. He is King. We attend a wedding.
[Milton Resnick was a very visible & dynamic artist when we met him in the early 1960s, but beyond that he was also a persistent practitioner of poetry, less in a public sense than as a release for ideas & feelings that were a necessary supplement to his life’s work as a painter.