Invision

In my pantheon there was no class. Everyone was to be the same by virtue of just being there, as whatever they radiated in the moment. If I think about it now, maybe Winfield was my Acropolis. Suppose I might have been living as a God. I was God and that was the epiphany. Maybe places in Greece that I spent time, were of such influence that Winfield, the hill, the spaces, blues, the bay waters, the light, all an imitation of my time in Greece.

It was not for years yet that I would read the Iliad and the Odyssey. And I really didn't know the character types of the Greek gods. Maybe it was because I put them in a category of cartoon characters. Zeus was a lot like the Old Testament God accept he played around. It was a Greek family. Ours was a television family and you could pick your own. Greek gods were way out of the picture, although they kept popping up in all sorts of ways, in the language and art, advertising and whatnot.

I was playing god, but not conscious of it. What was the part ? That was a problem there. To who was I suppose to relate all these people ? I didn't relate them to anybody. They came with no history, no family, no friends, no identity. They would be in a strange place with no history, and there they were performing in the present moment. Would not that be a performance of gods? They had to make up the part on the spot. It was real, all spontaneous and unrehearsed. My gods and goddesses made themselves, and were what they were in the here and now.

I am sure I coaxed them. They had certain assumptions and carried in some inkling of a pottery shop. This was real theater. And it was a study of women. The painters of Europe studied women and painted them all over the place. Thing was - their models just sat or stood there. They didn't move. And mostly they were depicting heaven in a frame.

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