January, 1969 correspondence between George Wallace Ruckert to Mr. & Mrs. Ephraim R. McLean......The oddest materials from the 'basement boxes'.....and my written schematas about Universal Consciousness, pretentiously inked, during my 'letter-writing' days of the late 1960's......just to 'practice' the writing skills, learned from Refuge Poet/Vanderbilt Profs, during my 'stay' in Nashville......then, continued into my first years in Atlanta........ Why keep them? They have little meaning, now.....So.....many letters and critiques will be wrapped in the brown 'wrapping paper' that has been 'frustration-slashed' from the doors to reveal the vistas, momentarily obfuscated, as the afternoon sunlight floods the rooms......

for my 'admissions portfolio' for Virtual Jerkoff Art School........ Now....to melt a few boxes of Crayola's into the cracks in the driveway....then pry, with Edwardian silver lobster pics and claw-foot sugar cube tongs..... the random waxen encaustic conceptualizations from the rubbly surface fissures.....frame them....then.....my favorite part......melt all this in an old oil barrel......as I dance around this cauldron of 'Art'....... pouring the mixed-up contents to still other surfaces........Isn't "THIS" how the Elements got stirred up to make 'what was'.....'what is'? Art Reflects Life, after all......