A Gig In Print.
Occasional poems, poessays, deconstructive frollicking rambles
Purpose of this website? The in resident
scribbler, whom seems to have an aversion
bordering on allergic reaction to cyberspace,
is still asking himself the same question.
A means to copyright some writings, a
way to try and avoid the contemporary
shortcomings of the S U.S. mails service,
a Quinxotic attempt to test the waters, in
relation to seeking a means of moving
'poetic' effort out of the category of
unwaged labor? Suit yourself.
Any further additions to this website
will be utterly at the whim of said
scribbler, and indeed, this ambivalent
undertaking may well be of short duration.
Sincerely not yours
James Laymanknight Lassiter
("We could live there. But if I roll
the stone-we're shut in for always.
I don't dare. I'm thinkin' of you!"
"Lassiter! Roll the stone!"she
cried. -from Riders Of The Purple
Sage, by Zane Gray)