Comments about David Cox
BY WILLIAM E. STAFFORD
Once in Mexico an old man was
leading on a string—was it a cat?
And we saw it was a tarantula
sidling along in the dust, writing
a message from God for people who
thought they knew where creature-life ended.
We came upon scenes like that,
the world back of a lurid pane of glass.
Like in Reno—they have emptied
Hollywood and ordered the extras and
the stars to go get married and divorced
in Reno, making up their stories as they
go and letting their little dogs
decide which machines or churches
to put nickels ...