Sonatas III-1 Gordon The Golfball (Arrival-The Tour)

When Gordon The Golfball Came For A Visit
A Day In The Spotlight

Let me tell you all the story of “How Gordon came to be”
I was starting to get serious about photography
There were trends in taking pictures of “Just Ordinary Things”
Like close ups of toasters, sitting next to vases marked with – “Ming”

I decided I would shoot my apartment one cold night
An experiment with “Simple Things” using shadows and the light
Just a “Series of Simplicity”; shades of Silver, Black & White...
But my “Artistic Sensibilities” were injured! My Soul screamed, “This isn't right!”

While I thought of my “Project” being “Simple Things” before,
I now realized, I surely wanted more
Photographing ordinary objects and enlarging them, to me
Wasn't quite enough of a statement, it wasn't “Art” enough for me

“I'm the Artist” – I thought, “I decide what ‘My Artistic Message’ is to be...”
In that moment - I saw the golf ball – “Top-Flite #7” was he
That's when “Simple Things” became a story; T.F. 7 got a voice and personality
He got a grand tour of a small apartment; T.F. 7 told his story - to me...

On his tour and overnight stay, T.F. 7 learned of Photography, Art and Music
T.F. 7 lived a day in “The Land of Humankind”; cracking jokes - but he could surely see
That sarcastic little guy, only one golf ball high, showed me how much modern people lack
When it comes down to the art of seeing, of being the “human” in “Humanity”

Who loves a golf ball? Do they have a real life?
Golfball friends, Golfball families, courting, Golfball husbands and wives?
Wee little Golfball children? How about that?
What would Daddy Golfball do after watching Wife or Baby getting whacked?

But once in awhile, into one golf ball's life
There comes a personality, a story, a light
That goes on in the darkness to brighten the path
To lift the spirits, kick up the crabbiness, or just to make people laugh...

Gordon's crabby, but hopeful, realistic, and bright,
So I gave him a tour on that cold winter night
I hope I captured his brief time in the light
So here's to my good friend, Gordon #7,
The Earl of Top-Flite.

Sonatas III-1

When Gordon from Top-Flite rolled up for a visit
He knocked on my door, and I called out, "What is it?"
He said, "Not 'What' but 'Who', you invited me long ago,
When you were a caddy, but eight sibs! I said NO!”


“At the club yesterday, I heard you tell Jack
You had an apartment. You're away from the pack!
Since I know all the balls who sleep in your sack
I thought I'd come for a tour, keep it simple, just give me the facts.”

I love it!

A nice "Art Declaration".

Thanks.