Oh, one very quick correction. The garden you mention has nothing to do with F S Whinkla. He lives in a rather substantial run-down cabin on the cusp of an alkali lake without a shoreline. He spends almost all his free moments fishing for ghosts with tangled words embroidered on a line of red silk. To sip words with him by candlelight is a delight, and occasionally, if the Tarot is sympathetic, he’ll invite you to share a spicy curry of ideas and a chutney bulging with artistic thoughts. But Whinkla does not garden, in the accepted sense of the word.
Welcome
- L. F. Hawkins
- Well, here you are, at the cyber home of, among others, Trout Creek Press, The Dog River Review, and the depository for the Uncollected Papers of F. S. Whinkla. You will find a variety of unrelated ramblings, musings, dreamscapes, and outspoken tirades from myself as well, though I will endeavor to keep these to a minimum. Why a WEB page in the first place I heard myself ask? Ego, vanity, all the usual, self-centered reasons. But also because I believe everything (well perhaps I exaggerate a little) is important, and therefore has meaning, albeit, sometimes unknown to us. And, because it might be important, someday, to someone, somewhere, I try to write it down. for as the queen in the Disney version of Alice in Wonderland said, “Write that down, it might be important!” And as the King said, in the book, “If there’s no meaning in it that saves a world of trouble, you know, as we needn’t try to find any.” I am totally ignorant of how these things (WEB sites) work and expect that if I decide to continue there will be many changes, especially in the next few months - I beg your indulgence. Larry (lhawkins@hrecn.net)
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