In the words of my late great hero Isaac Asimov, “I don’t believe in false modesty–or any other kind.” I believe this drawing of mine defies gravity in a delightful way. There’s a safe buoyed by air, Dorothy’s house, the Wicked Witch, a Dumbo wannabe, and the cow on her way to the moon. And to the right of my signature there’s a guy lifting an unbelievable amount of weight. I drew all of this stuff without looking at any photo source, defying gravity by the seat of my pants.

Unfortunately, the more acrosticizing I did, the more my image got covered up. So I STOPPED. The poem would probably be good in that it solved the acrostic puzzle with a consistent rhyme scheme and meter, but would it be worth it when the tradeoff is the occluding of my lighter-than-airedness? I think not. I may finish the poem and publish it separately, but before I do, I’ll need to read BARTLEBY THE SCRIVENER and otherwise jump through the Get-It-Right hoops. It wouldn’t prove anything, since I’ve done that hundreds of times before; and I doubt if the result would change the course of Western civilization, let alone Global civilization–though my BODY of work may well do so, some fine time. (Now look at the top of the page. This IS a “blog for the aggrandizement of Gary W. Bowers,” after all. [smiles])