A historically notorious mistress of whim and gypsy-influence, Car, has poeted through the ages as the secretly most influential woman to write and sail and ship-jump between Balboa and Columbus. Much later in her career, Car gallantly matched the daring entrepreneurial aggressiveness of Revere, Adams and Edison with poetical propaganda for the New World, those first rustic colonies and the little known advancement of Revere's silver and art trade. (It is also from her body that Edison imagined the womanly shape of the first light bulb). Iroquois Indian cave drawings have even depicted her trademark dress, black Rapunzel hair and bright green eyes. To be inside the mortar of a firework as it explodes into hot ash and golden air is to be inside the poem of Car. Each line dares you to a tryst with their Dali-esque twists, melting clocks and brilliantine booming.