Join with us here at Histo-CinematicTragedies Inc. as we present this year's
Tall Tales of the American West Literary Award to P. T. Gravey, for his epic
"The Canticles of the Martyrs and The Songs of the Sons of
the Woods."  Gravey, whose passion for obscurity is matched only by his
unquenchable cachet for star spangled syntax, rhomboidal parallelism,
unbelievable misdirection, horrendous morphological metastasis, and superb but
superfluous vocables, has remained unrecognized, ignored, and forgotten,
largely due to his family's request for privacy, in order to avoid any notoriety
generated by his illness [Gravey was institutionalized because he suffered from  
multiple personalities] and his life long association with the irascible, egotistical,
self-absorbed blow hard, Eucalyptus Ike.  Following Gravey's demise, due to
alcohol poisoning earlier this year, the family has graciously consented to allow
the publication of his master work in the hope that his eloquent testament to the
Big Trees and thus to the environmental movement will inspire a new generation
to appreciate the delicate and imperiled complexities of the natural world.
Given to bizarre fixations, incomprehensible delusions, visionary epiphanies and
exaggerated bouts of verbal vaginations, Gravey's literary career was
characterized by  long periods of severe procrastination interspersed by violently
productive spasms of imaginative and creative activity. He once described the
flow of ideas from his subconscious in the heat of a creative period as a
veritable explosion of images hurled up as if by volcanic forces beyond his
ability to retrieve  or record.        
An amateur photographer, Gravey was
known for elaborate photo distortions and
doctored documents, as in the example here,
said to be a photo taken of him at a local
water park.
Portrait of a Raconteur:
An eccentric of the first magnitude, Gravey often complained that his talent was the result of an uninhibited libido canalized by
society's repressive sexual attitudes. Since he had no genuinely effective outlet for his sexual fantasies and lust filled urges, these
mental preoccupations were bottled up inside him until he could no longer stand the strain or sustain the containment, at which
point a molten flood of creative juices poured forth (out into view as if from hiding) until exhaustion or the progressive
consequences (side effects) of anti-depressant medications took their inevitable toll.    
Among the many peculiar behaviors Gravey exhibited was an insistence upon wearing plain white cotton t-shirts and gray
jogging slacks of 100% cotton (preferably manufactured in Madagascar) every day of his adult life. He adamantly refused to
wear formal attire of any style or kind and deliberately groomed himself in such a way as to defy conventional wisdom about
such matters. Seen here are photos taken for his 69th, 70th, and 71st birthdays which give some indication of the
eccentricities which he displayed.   
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