"I met Joe Poet on Telegraph Ave in Berkeley. I was selling marbleized pieces of fabric we called 'Fabs.' We being everybody on the street."
Yelsky and the "everybody" that was there at The Pink really didn't give a shit. Marbling on the wall of the little cafe near Round House or not, nobody cared about Cove's old hippie days. Marbling is fabulous; Look at these picture... my fucking stories are always interesting and"At least I not talkin about Iran."
"These little French donuts, as you call them, are more interesting", said Yelsky, Cove's handler, ending the conversation.
Colo and Cove in front of Fabs on the Ave.
"Famous Joe Poet...pornographer" Cove drank some coffee and continued, "was a poet and he was a little famous but he wasn't a pornographer." Looking down at the type written relic of some bygone graphic time Cove just started reading from The Fab Book.
"Marbling is a four dimentional (4D) concept in a 3D model reflected on a 2D surface. It is a map.
Imagine cutting the Universe in half and filming it straight on. Marbled prints are a frame of that film."