Once there was and was not an Elias Ragues, from New York City. He was and was not an artist. Because it is lame thing to call oneself that. He was and was not a musician. Because rock and roll was dead or buried alive. He was and was not a Brooklynite. Brooklyn was no more his than the fucking New York Yankees were. He was and was not a photographer. Although Wikipedia does confirm that "A photographer (from the Greek photos, meaning "light", and graphos, meaning "written") is a person who takes photographs." hmmm... He was and was not a Cuban. He was and was not a Jew. He was and was not a good man... he was, he wasn't! he was, he wasn't!! he was, he wasn't!?!! (oh dear... no petals left... what shall we throw in now?)