absorbing_the_steady_tolerance blueberries_for_you "make use of your lonliness," my reliable uncle bumblebee told me the day we were making cider at grandfather smitty's farm in st. martin. it was windy as hell's full cheeks and colored leaves slapped us in the face. "if you are alone, take the time you need to replace what was lost." we set crates of apples down to the soft ground, muddy from an all day rain. "release your new self from your old self," he said, trying to light a cigarette and failing miserably. i snickered to myself. bumblebee was an old hippy who used to read books to me when i was five. now he introduces me to artists like kojo griffin whose most powerful images are the most ambiguous. 011017 what's it to you? who go blather from