~ 42 Stepping stones...

“By the prickling of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.”
~ William Shakespeare,
From "Macbeth"

~ Spatial
Gide ~

Dad
1969
42
February 6, 1927

~ Moon,
Where?

~ A Lecture on the Weather, etcetera...

“Artifice, in this sense,
Is less a matter of ingenuity and manner, of elaboration
And elegant subterfuge, than of the recognition
That a poem or painting or performance
Text is a ‘made thing’ ~ contrived, constructed, chosen ~
And that its reading is also a construction
On the part of its audience. At its best,
Such construction empowers the audience
By altering its perceptions of how things happen.
Thus, even though a work like ‘Lecture
On the Weather’ is a collage of found texts ~ extracts
From Thoreau, replicas of bird calls,
Recordings of thunder ~ its ‘weather’ is
Charged with possibilities.”

~ Marjorie Perloff,
From “Radical Artifice:
Writing Poetry in the Age of Media”
[p. 27]

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....just swim into the pool of knowledge,
make a splish splash!...

“(fission energy)”
~ Bert

Frisson, oui?

“The ‘chain’ will never allow it.”

O, a pendant serpentine possibility ~
Or just a New York Ride. A cul de sac
Suspended en l’air ~ Mum’s
The World. All abide. Now, come, let’s stir, sauté, some fun!
Here, have some…
The work’s getting cooked up done. Just ask Ms.
Nigella! [My fave food chef d’oeuvre!]
Been there, done that, doing this ~
Here, care for a lovely hors d’oeuvre?
It’s Mum’s new oeuvre.
[I helped, too.]
Now, go find some klews, preferably blew, for the news...

“confusing levels of discourse is not being logical
especially when you don’t even realize the different levels”
~ arf meow arf

What’s not?
Who’s hotter?
Seen Spot, that wire-haired bud de Big Shot’s?

*Snap*

“Especially when you don’t even realize the different levels.”
~ arf meow arf

Au contraire! See, look, over there ~
The Guggenheim Museum! Spiral up, ramp out…
But first, we MUST meet, we must greet, me must eat
On the ground floor’s restaurant, just south east
Of the turn style.

Is the multiplex disco open yet?
*What to wear. O woe*

arf meow arf

Is the multiplex disco open yet?
*What to wear. O woe*
*Snap!

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O look!
I’m suspended in mid-air ~
Just over the River’s Gate…don’t look
Over there. Look over here!
See…

~ i !
me?

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“…understand what you are saying, and in fact, I agree.
However, I still stand by my contention
That to say it is ‘obvious’ is inaccurate, as the
Currently demonstrable evidence does not support the existence of ET (i.e.,
They are probably out there,
But we haven’t seen any yet…”

Yo! Here!
Hear? Me ET.
That’s obvious to you and me.
As for the rest, who cares?
They too busy playing a game of musical chairs,
A game in which the payers circle a ring of chairs,
The one not finding an empty seat,
Being eliminated.
By the way, who won, who lost?
What does this silly Morning Crest game cost?
Seems to me, it’s free,
Yes? That’s just my guestimate.
May I sit as an invited guest,
A special VIP?
It’s me!
V.
That ET, who wants to go home,
Or at least, call Mum.

“…galaxies are moving toward each other (Andromeda and Milky Way)
Clusters of groups move toward each other and
Collide…”

…collision course,
of course…

…going away
from each other….

…skating our
super figure 8…

A pot of soup for supper.
Where’s the rub, where’s my
Silver-lined bath tub?

…collision course,
of course…

…going away
from each other….

Allo?

“...you called?
You’re yanking my cord.”

I love you!

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PS. Mum? Does this bungee cord stretch
16 floors?

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Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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