| Welcome to Wattree's Den |
| Some of the greatest minds I've ever known held court while sitting on empty milk crates in the parking lot of ghetto liquor stores. It was at their feet that I first embraced the love of knowledge, and through their tutelage learned to define self-worth in my own terms. These were the Eulipians--writers, poets, musicians, and uncommon drunks--philosophers who comtemplated the cracks between the toes of society. And while these obscure intellectuals stood well outside the mainstream of academy, I've watched with astonished delight as their students infused their various philosophies into the mainstream of human knowledge. Many of them are gone now, but they dedicated their lives to the proposition that man's innate thirst for knowledge would someday overwhelm his lust for stupidity. In pursuit of that goal I dedicate this site, and on their behalf relate this MESSAGE FROM THE HOOD. |
| LEGACY Neither scholar nor the head of state, The most common of men seems to be my fate; A life blistered with struggle and constant need, As my legacy to man I present my seed. More fertile, more sturdy, they both than I, This withered old vine left fallow and dry; The nectar of their roots lie dormant still, But through their fruit I'll be revealed. Eric L. Wattree |
| Greetings. And welcome to Wattree's Den--an oasis of sanity in this vast wasteland of madness. Come to where we emphasize, and we specialize, in the sweet sounds of jazz, and the comforting embrace of sound and logical thought. Now just sit back, relax, and allow me to caress, satiate, and invigorate the passionate yearnings deep within the shadows of your soul. |
