The artist Norman Ogue Mustill was an extreme dissenter. Nothing pleased him more than reaming out the human race. His collages stopped you dead with their vicious satire, like the writings of William S. Burroughs, and for technical precision Max Ernst didn’t do better. But Mustill is little known, his work unseen, his praise unsung.
charles plymell says
Thanks for such great poetry from the dead & dying now within this boundary of the Elm & Birch & Ash I bless & burn tonight in fiery collage.
“Mutatum fifnibus exit nam qoudcumque suis, continuo hoc mors est illius qoud fuit ante.” -Lucrectius
(whatever is changed passes outside its own boundaries, at once this is the death of that which was before)