Francis Litzinger's GOULASH FICTION

The seams are splitting everywhere. It doesn’t matter if it’s concrete or flesh. The present path is a dangerous one and it’s only going to lead to a new version of the “Dark Ages.” I don’t understand what it is with our species that constantly craves endless expansion. Always one more, something bigger, louder.

Why do they have that? They’re bad. We’re good. It’s pathetic. No politician should be elected until they’ve completed an extensive history course. Our species is repeating itself and I for one am tired of it.

The best way to deal with this is to embrace creativity everyday. Whatever form it takes and to constantly reject fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of something new. Fear of the future. Fear is for suckers. Another picture from the Necropolis in Havana.

Is it possible to write a blog without words? Well I’m about to try. My writing process is often a frustrating one, as I’m sure it is for any writer. But it’s uniquely challenging for yours truly as I tend to write and compose visually. Because of this it’s time to change how I ejaculate my work into the electronic realm.

My posts will now consist of visuals with just enough words around them to guide you to what I’m saying. Over time I hope to give this site a tune-up to better reflect this new visual approach.

This shot is from the Havana Necropolis. It’s an incredible place and it is a microcosm of the country. Tradition and Decay are everywhere. Side by side. Two words that are a large part of what’s going on in our world right now. For my money the Cubans are better positioned in many ways to deal with what I believe is the next stage in our planets evolution.

Somewhere along the line I let the black cloud back in and it pitched a tent. A very large one. The kind that grows everyday without you realizing it until there’s no outside, just the inside. That may not make sense, but if you’ve been unlucky enough to have this happen to you I think you’ll have a good handle of what I’m talking about. The thing about this is that it’s an insidious machine. One that works non-stop. Even when you’re asleep. I’ve got the ground down molars to prove it.

I wish the answer was as simple as a battle cry. I’d be happy to let out a resounding – “It’s Clobbering Time!” Or even a “Hulk Smash!” If I thought that would work. But it won’t. Or it’s too late for that now. My needs go way beyond what a fictional super-hero can provide. But, I can take some measure of inspiration from them. And that is that they didn’t let the kryptonite get them down.

I’m thinking that getting a tattoo might help. Taking a page from Mr. Mitchum I would get HOME tattooed on one hand and WORK on the other one. Even a knucklehead like me would get the message and not forget what to do.

Most days my imagination is strong. With that in mind I’m etching those two words on my hairy mitts. Time and the size of the tent will tell whether or not it works.