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"I thought for awhile that I was God, but I guess not." Joe Funk 1979


Arnold Schifrin, Joe Funk and Keith Kirts
Photograph ©1979 James Howell

Joe Funk was a dragon master. Quite possibly the only one I've known in the art world - and self taught. How did he come to be a dragon master? I simply don't know. It is almost unimaginable that a mechanic like him could have made it. But it seems that he did.


About his writing, The Bookpeople Catalog describes Keith Kirts as "a Guido Sarducci for the 90's" and Terrence McKenna describes him as "brilliant, funny, sexy and surreal. " He may be accused of being sometimes outrageous but Keith Kirts will never be accused of writing 'page-turners'.

"Joe Funk," he said back. He said it like he meant it. He knew who he was, and that's who he was. Joe Funk. Down to earth and no question about it. Joe Funk.

Into each life a few dragons must fly. This is a documented fact. Most people don't handle their visits too well, at all. Scaly dragons with long, sharp teeth and fiery breath.

A dragon's job is to eat people -- and horses and cows -- and to generally make you miserable. They love their work and do it very well. A philosophical stance of masterhood is worth practically nothing in an actual dragon attack. The dragon laughs or cries, depending on his predilection, and eats heartily. And melts your gold.

::: posted by Lapsus van de Zloot at 3:58 PM

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