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Subject: *8*
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 2:47 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
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“You have to make the call for yourself.â€
I did that. ATT
Told me my bill was late.
“Uns.â€
One?
“Ones. Big Ones.
As in ‘a pair of...’â€
Balls or boobs or stars.
“Houseboat?â€
Loveboat?
On cruise control...
“Headed for Viagra Falls.â€
Or the Milky Way?
“Ich Liebe Dich.â€
Please explain.
…drafted round a garden
Court.
[Hey!]
Maybe Beth knows, too,
Leonardo’s where
Ab ~ Outs!
“Well all gather there.
Where?â€
~ Double-A
Last scene, that Maltese Dog
Disembarking...
....a train station, somewhere
In outside of the Holland Tunnel ~
[Hey!]
Baby boi! Come home ~
A bone I'll get you!
All fortifed with a New Generation Bisphosphonate,
Just Zometa, or
A Meta Oz \White fluffy tall tale
Told to et
Al.
PS. Bring the gang, you know
Who they are, Leonardo!
*
"Uns."
One?
"Ones.Big Ones. As in 'a pair of...'"
~ Double-A
Sounds dicey to me.
Or para ~
Bolical. Or dia ~
Bolical. Or Constant ~
Nople. Open
The champagne, please?
Cheers!************8
Ford the water, the Viagra Falls ~
Over the top, singing Christmas
Carols, rounds sung
~ Slip, sip
Champagne
Avec Charlemagne ~
Ballast me, off center
I now go ~ sailing to
Ballicatter ~ A ridge of ice formed
Along a shoreline by waves
And freezing spray.
The Ghost~est~es with the Most~est,
Just my Sacred Host, of which I Boast,
Sailing my boat across the sea of thyme,
My ancient rhyme
Eternitie
By Robert Herrick
(1591–1674)
"O YEARES! and Age! Farewell
Behold I go,
Where I do know
Infinitie to dwell.
And these mine eyes shall see
All times, how they
Are lost i’ th’ Sea
Of vast Eternitie.
Where never Moone shall sway
The Starres; but she,
And Night, shall be
Drown’d in one endlesse Day."
~ Sailing
My ship de
Fooles ~
* ~ You are cordially invited ~ *
....on journey, just all & me,
Into, throughout, as well,
About ~
Peterson Field Guides
EASTERN FORESTS
Author, John C. Kricher
Illustrator, Gordon Morrison
Vol. 37
Houghton Mifflin
1988
Perchance,
Too, to stumble upon
~ Mourning Would ~
So long I have, I do, I did, still am, too,
A wished-for awakening...
Or hast Thou forsaken me?
I think NOT!
"Natural history is an extraordinary subject.
The study of nature fascinated Aristotle no less
than it did Charles Darwin centuries later.
It still fascinates us today. Few subjects so clearly
and simultaneously appeal to both the emotions
and the intellect. A quiet soujourn in a spring woodland
is one of the most relaxing of experiences. The sight
of various life-forms re-emerging from dormancy
to activity provides a splendid sense of continuity. Emotions
are recharged as Skunk Cabbage pokes up, Red Maples
blossom, and the Spring Peeper chorus breaks what had
been winter's silence. Nature is art unbridled
by human bias. But, it is far more..."
~ John C. Kricher,
From the Preface
“Regards,
~ The other Alexâ€
Love & kisses to both
Alexes ~
…scam…
unscramble
“How do we define reality?
Can there be separate realities,
Or is the only reality the one
That we can physically sense
For ourselves?â€
~ Double-A
Where’s Mr.
Carlos Castaneda?
“How do we define reality? Can there be
Separate realities, or is the only reality
The one
That we can physically sense for ourselves?â€
~ Double-A
I once, briefly, crossed to other side of the mirror.
And several times, alas,
Journeyed through Ether,
AKA, either/or.
Just a sliding ramp upward,
Or sometimes, yes.
A leap ~
“Do you run in leather shoes ?
Did the salesman forget
To tell you that your shiny new
Bostonians are not high
Mileage trainers?â€
Donovan Rebbechi
http://pegasus.rutgers.edu/~elflord/
DonVon,
Are you really the Elf Lord?
Where's Elf?
Jongleur ~ A wandering minstrel of medieval
Times who traveled around singing
The compositions of troubadours
Or reciting epic poems
In noble households or royal courts.
“How to see a double star?
Merely a binary system, two stars
Orbiting one another,
Or are they just very hot, very close,
Very much in love? Too far
Gone to be scene with a backyard telescope?
Anyplace I can find some good
Info on double stars?â€
~ Larry
Try 5th & 22 Clicks.
Turn thrice, & look up!
Thee, tell me, please ~
What do you see?
“Words, a.k.a. propaganda,
Indeed very effective weapons of war.â€
~ Double-A
Oui, so true,
On any earthly level,
Or celestial order, overt or covert ~
Words engage or enslave.
So alas, a critical intelligence
So essential to maintain,
Cultivate intelligence to remain,
To sharpen focus, perfect
Perspective angles, deep or shallow
Fields to frame, as well,
To name the new. But know!
As well, important, so crucial
Too, cultivate submission
To en-
Chantment.
DonVon,
Are you really the Elf Lord?
“Yes.â€
~ DonVon
So, like, where’s Elf?
“They’re everywhere.â€
~ DonVon
Okey dokey ~
So be it,
If you say so. [But how to know
Elf from a troll?]
But O DonVon!
I mean, well, you know ~
Where’s T-H-E
Elf,
That fancy dancer,
Where gone?
“Enchantment is a good word to describe
The kind of spell that words can
Cast.â€
~ Double-A
Some last, too.
But O? If one
Mispells one’s words,
Does the enchantment
Cast still hold
Fast? Or, do folds
Of time consume, resume
The status quo, perchance
Dazzle, or, too, robustly enhance
One's pastoral view, spark romance
Too? But chant ~ plain song
Sung, rounds rung right
For resonant romance, no wrong
Note chimed, sounds hung
On air ~ will such a spell
Enchant if my spell's
Spelled wrong?
Plain song sung round right tonight
Holds time's folds suspended ~
No further amendment.
Spoken well, spelled as bells
Knell clear mourning ~ so near,
The clerestory's night light
Spotlights a shining cast, enchanted
Carolers carousing sound around
Town Square. Just chants
Sung swell, outside on cobbled pavement ~
Lyrics, these words, handed
Down. Singers foretell, or told,
Enfold what’s new, what’s old,
To have and to hold.
To spell, yes, to order right ~
Light parting dark,
As one Beginning began.
The International Association
Of
Mourning Would Anatomists
~ Founded, 1931,
Our Mission & Objectives ~
ß To create awareness of Mourning ~ Would
That all know Grief’s anatomy in science, technology,
And natural resource conservation,
For the public good.
Merci.
Mercy.
Bless me.
Take me home, please.
Amen.
*8*
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Subject: Re: Jogging vs. walking
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 1:41 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
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<< ...LMAOROTF! Relax...I was adding a teaspoon of levity into the mix w/an
> attempt of humor on iggy's post. that's all. it had nothing to do w/you
> personally and the truth is i have no idea of what you've posted prior or
the
> content of the thread. haven't read it. i just checked to see what iggy
was
> saying and "punning" it to it's logical conclusion. in fact i toned it
down as
> i had a great karen carpenter line in mind.
>
> however if an apology is warranted, i apologize to you. feel better?
good.
>
Inyuranus is an idiot. He also is really creepy in many ways.
Martha>>
Igor?
Or Stativarias?
McTavish
Or Arthur fiddling? Or just a puff
Of Zen, or now
And then.
Future tense,
Or just my desk-seated posture-induced
Pruned down all around
Town's Morning ~ Would
You mind explaining
Your unseemly motivation? Or just
A rite of my uncoiled Spring
Forward, Fall
Back...a
Ward, you are, Robin, of Batman ~
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Subject: Re: Can you run with those MP3 jukeboxes?
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 12:59 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
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"I have been using a 256mb mp3
Player for awhile now. However,
I left it at the gym the other day
And it was ruthlessly
Stolen ."
Ruth or rude?
"I have been eyeing
Those portable mp3 jukeboxes for awhile now.
They have a little hard
Drive in there
I think
So can store
Gigs of data
Rather than the
Meager."
~ Schultz
While you're shopping at the 7-11,
And the meter's running,
Grab
Me a snackie, please. Or Jack ~
In ~ the ~ Box
Or Taco Bell, too,
Fine. Perhaps
Too a Peppermint Pattie for dessert.
"Question:
Do they work OK if you jog with it?
I wouldn't want to screw up
The hard-drive."
~ Schultz
Just keep your shoes on.
That should do it.
Choose your ~ O
Know! Terry, that you? Bring that dog
Leash, please. As I know you
Recollect well, you'll offer me that chain, come New
Year's
Eve, 1968.
Just off Laura Lane.
11:55 pm.
A dark night.
A ditch.
A station wagon driven in reverse ~
No rehearsal.
~~ waves *
PS. Tell Michael's Dad, Mr.
Atchinson, that Flyer,
Hello! Great book! Great Mr.
Rick Bragg quote there, too. Great
Grief commentary.
[Good grief! Here's
Charlie Brown!]
Or
Just see: Me, ca. Sepetember, 17, 2004 ~
I was looking around some pics of my hometown,
which has been savaged by huricane Ivan,
and I came across an excerpt from a biography
By the father of someone I knew.
This opening passage, from Mr.
Atkinson's book, touched me.
http://texatkinson.com/excerpt.html
"Rick [Bragg] was in New Orleans doing a feature story
for the New York Times and was interviewing
an elderly black lady in the ghettos
who had just lost her grandson
due to a senseless shooting. He described how
the little boy's "Dr. Seuss" books just dropped
to the ground and the grandson died
looking up at his grandmother with a shocked expression,
unable to speak a word.
When the interview was over, the grandmother thanked
Mr. Bragg for taking the time to write
about her grandson.
Rick said that his normal reply to such a response
from someone consumed with grief
is simply to say Thank You and leave.
But in this instance he replied,
"Why in the world do you want to thank me?
All I have done is to scribble a few notes.
Your grandson is gone forever
and you are the one who will live with his loss
for the rest of your life."
The grandmother replied
by showing him a few carefully folded clippings
from New Orleans newspapers.
The little pieces of paper, coldly and briefly,
reported the story of her grandson's tragic death.
Then the grandmother said to Rick Bragg.
"You sees, sir, if it ain't writ down,
peoples forgets.""
~ Tex Atkinson
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Subject: Re: Shoe suggestions
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 12:31 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
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"A few years ago Saucony
Jazz worked for me, but that line seems
Gone. I saw an ad for Saucony Grid
Something or other."
~ delaney
Dr. Pepper told me
It's not a grid.
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Subject: Re: running stride problem (again)
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 3:00 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
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<< one has any idea what it is.
Any ideas?
Thanks--Jeannette >>
Try Wintergreen gum.
Hope that helps.
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Subject: ~ Grande Perspective, A Reflective Journey ~
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 12:09 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
~ Reservations
Accepted ~
*
....You cannot have too
Much information...
Or too little!
"Hi Double-A I thiNk It best to let our Poet
"Twitty"
TeLl wHAT could
Be
IN my miNd."
~ Bert
Dunno, Bert.
I beTTer read sOMe science books first.
I bought a Step[hen KIng b[o!o]k tOdAy,
I just need to make sure!
I know you understand my dew diligencia.
~ Moi
"What would
An iNNocent thIng suCh as
She
K[now] ab[oUt] it?"
~ Double-A
WhO,
Me?
~ Moi
"He[lium] [Brit]Ney doLLs have an ad[vantage] of
P[add]Ed(pi[l!l]Ow
Type) and that is they S[tIck] to my bEd rO!Om ceIlIng(geT
The picture)."
~ Bert
SoRt of lIKe a Re[flect]Ed
CeIlIng pLAn?
Or a bLEw
FrAMed d[raft]Y p[rint]?
~ Moi
"HmMm.
Sort of like the classical
Erotic
Art
Painted on the ceilings
Of
Bedrooms in royal palaces. But
Wouldn't your wife usually have the best
View of the ceiling? Maybe you need to paste
A Burt Reynolds
Center ~
Fold
Up
There to help her out."
~ Double-A
DOn'T
Think sO.
~ Moi
"Al BundY used to tApe his 'BIg
Uns' center
Folds
To ThE heAd!bOard
Of
His bEd
TO enable him to make lOve to his wife Peg.
Of coUrse T[haT] wAs
[Be]fore THE Days of [VIA]grA,
WhiCh pUt the hArdw[o!o]d
BAck in seX."
~ Bert
BiG w[Hat]?
~ Moi
“If
Britney pUts on w[Eight]
I onLy
HaVe to add more helIum.
It’s aLL VeRy
ReLAtiVe.â€
~ Bert
“Does ShE [reAl]Ly fLoat
Y]our[ bOat?â€
~ Moi
“Do you kEEp a helium Tank
In y[our] bEdrOOm?
D[oe]S y[our] wife geT t[uRn]Ed
ON
By D[on]AlD
DUcK [voi]Ces tOO?â€
~ Double-A
(*+o<dp>IiI<qb>o+*)
*
“Sigh... As usual:
Overcast here in Holland... And
If the cllouds go away for
Once,
The meteor shower just plain s-cks (like last year’s
Perseids..).â€
~ John den Haan
&/*
Twang.
Seen Chang, that sly, shy missing
Hissing knowing
Siamese cat
Who wears Ed De Bono’s
White Evening Top
Hat?
Justice, you top, I
Zen.
Wow. Now I bow.
How’s that make
Form?
“It’s easy to play
Any
Musical instrument: All
You have to do is touch
The right key
At the right time
And the instrument
Will
Play itself.â€
~ JS Bach
For a long time...[sic]
My life had reached
A place where
Little
Surprise graced my days,
Little sign of pleasure ahead,
No remarkable adventures lie ahead of me,
Or none that I could see. To say
I lived in constant pain overstates my un ~
Happiness.
To say
I traveled with my
Constant
Companion,
Boredom
Rings truth closer. Chimes more resonant.
And yet, not even
Thusly, fully the truth. So I lived
With no hope.
My malaise.
My dreams
Were pages in a book, I counted as days
Already lived.
And so, I found
My happiness in books.
Or rather, I searched
My happiness for books, wandering from page
To page, from shelf to shelf, searching,
Following a sentence that led onward, offered
Me
A window,
And so it was
One evening, long after
I'd drawn
The blinds, pulled
The covers to my chin, locked
The doors and retired to the book
Atop my bedside night table,
That I found
A story to my liking ~
From upstairs, you could see the sounds
Of the waves, even
On this overcast day, hear the tinkling
Silver, breathe the fragrant
Orange peel, finger the firm rind, taste
The sparkling bubbles against textureless
Glass, held on the tongue, tickling lips,
Opening passages,
Imagine the roasted pheasant,
With a pleasant curiosity,
I ~
“I do not know
If it would be possible
To experience on a matter of art, an impression
At once more singular and disquieting
Than that felt
By a stranger visiting Haarlem for the first time.
He has already left the railway
Before he seems to have entered into a sleeping
Town. The Kruisstraat opens
Before him, a long and absolutely deserted
Perspective.â€
~ Henry Havard
From “Banquest of Arquebusiers (Frans Halls)â€
From “Famous Paintings As Seen
And Described by Great
Writersâ€
(Dodd, Mead, & Company, 1905)
“Oui, mon cher.â€
Where’s my chair?
“Uns.â€
One?
“Houseboat?â€
Loveboat?
On cruise control...
“Floating divas,
Duck voice mating calls,
Disney fantasies.â€
Non! Just
My Opera Virtuoso Orlando
Dress Re ~
Hearsal dinner, with that Quack.
O guess what ~ The DVD
Fantasia I got! O too, Folly,
My goose,
Likes Duck Soup,
Gerbers Stew, too.
“Now
I know what
Bert
Means by weird!â€
~ Double-A
You mean, those wires
I see, suspended ~
Flying me
Over
There?
O dear, I better email for my
Beth ~ a ~ Scope, aka
Mommy Diva. An avid
Socks fan, She, who also sings arias and
Knows He. She surely re ~
Collects
What I mean, I mean
What John sings. For I do not recall. But yall
Don’t mind me. I’m think ~ inking Berlioz
Aa-go-go. But De Leibe,
Nice, too. A virgin
Air line drafted round a garden
Court.
[Hey!]
Maybe Beth knows, too,
Leonardo’s where
Ab ~ Outs!
*
....an impression
At once more singular and disquieting
Than that felt
By a stranger visiting Haarlem for the first time.
He has already left the railway
Before he seems to have entered into a sleeping
Town. The Kruisstraat opens
Before him, a long and absolutely deserted
Perspective...
Leonardo
Blinks, hesitates, thinks,
Stands motionlessly, momentarily reluctant,
Nervous,
One would say, if one concerned oneself, were
To more
Accurately surmise his mood,
If observing his small body
~ Brace ~
Himself
Against a sudden breeze.
His
Hair, white,
Riffles,
Touched,
Felt,
Combs the wind, sparks a chill, traces
Spirals,
Races
Rapidly up, down, around his spine. A whine
Overheard, if standing close. But none
Stands near. His muscles stiffen. He folds
His tail close to his body to warm himself, unsure,
His resolve,
Unclear, unknowing
If venturing deeper into
This sleeping
Town
Will take him closer to his goal,
His arrival.
He knows
Not,
Before a sudden impulse
Prompts him to turn, tells him to
Glance briefly behind, past his left shoulder. He seals,
Encloses, exposes the image behind him,
The place from
Which he ventures. Satisfied,
For now,
His memory,
His picture,
The train station, he fixes his mind,
For fear, his knowing,
He may,
Circle back,
If the road ahead ~ The long,
Absolutely
Deserted perspective
~ Leads him back
Again
And again
Retracing his steps. He stops, his hopes,
Holds the train station from which he departs,
Satisfied, in his mind,
Or as much as he allows
Himself
To feel,
His submission, for his journey, has
He learned. Leon resolves
The memory
Revolves his view away from the railway, turns
Now to regard the future, stares
Ahead. Be bold, Leon tells himself.
Leon steels his determination, eyes
The long perspective
Before him, inhales deeply,
Sighs sleepily,
Steps forward...
*
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Subject: Re: ~ Grande Perspective, A Reflective Journey ~
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 1:18 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
"Then the grandmother said to Rick Bragg.
‘You sees, sir, if it ain’t writ down,
peoples forgets.’â€
~ Tex Atkinson
“Forerunner 201?’
“Yes. Comments and lots of them.
Ask Dr. Google.
Cheersâ€
~ DonVon
Who’s that?
O gotcha. Mr.
Charles Schultz said, "You're a Good
Man, Robin Brown." Betcha that Beagle 2
Loves Jack Russels, too.
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Subject: Re: Garmin Forerunner 201
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 12:16 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
"Anyone have comments
On the Garmin Forerunner 201?
It wasn't long before my
Timex GPS was on EBay
So I am trying to avoid that again.
Thanks. . . ."
~ J. Merrill
[Hey!]
So, like, Dude ~
What's the light like,
How often does it change?
When's this nightmare over?
EBay? Is that like, you know, Long Island
Sound? Xem
It? Or rhyme it?
Or just, forget about it all
And die?
Please don't lie. I trust you Greatly,
You know. Your work,
My Dante, my style, my Idle Isle
De C.
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Subject: Re: Wonderfully off topic
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 2:05 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
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"Since Hell has frozen over, it follows
That it is
Not
Accepting any more souls and is therefore,
Extinct...leaving only Heaven
Thereby
Proving the existence of a divine being,
Which explains why, last night,
Teresa
Kept shouting 'Oh my God.'"
~ surf
Whatever.
Clever.
So she read my Blog.
So like,
Is Hell a Theme Park
Nowadays? If so,
Tres tacky. Yesterday's New York Times
Reports ~
"Orlando,
Florida, Incorporates What's Hot"
Me, I gotta get back to the classics ~
Still gotta read Ms.
Wolfe's mistook book, Evergreen
Wintergreen. Or chew spearmint or trident,
Chewing gum's gumming up the works.
Hermes scarfed down supper
Too fast, too, then howled after dinner, whining
For an after-cheese-course appertif ~
While I was on the phone with Mr.
Derimergers, reporting my impressions back
To him, regarding
Our earlier apres Ougi Board consultation
Avec Bill, Kelsey, all the best rest,
One lovely summer's eve, on his townhouse deck
Wooden, blowing in the breeze ~
Whatever ~
[Hey!]
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Subject: Re: cyclist contemplating a marathon
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 6:13 P.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
<< I agree! Why suck at just one sport, when you can do tri's and suck at
three? >>
Because, Dear Rude Fabby,
Time, if limited, O know~
Here, let me grab you, you're flying!
A partnered catch, a spinning pirohette,
A calculated catch, a well-woven net
Without which no aierist should display
Here talent, her abilkty to defy earth's gravity.
So gravitas, so veritas, so artful dodger
Perriot, Thee, I do know. O.
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From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 7:10 P.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
....cause I have AD[Hi!]D.
*
I feel lost and lonely.
I feel mostly horny.
I feel my mind, no longer mine.
I do not know the time.
I do not know how to speak
Except in rhyme.
I think will go wander
My city streets.
“What ~
Being lame on one level isn’t enough?
~ High Con
Try ballet!
Compression torque, upward motion ~
Defy gravity!
[Hey!]
~ waves ~
“I agree! Why suck at just one sport,
When you can do tri’s and suck at three?â€
Because, Dear Rude Fabby,
Time, if limited, O know ~
Here, let me grab you, you’re flying!
A partnered catch, a spinning pirouette,
A calculated catch, a well-woven net
Without which no aerialist should display
Her talent, her ability to defy earth’s gravity.
So gravitas, so veritas, so artful dodger
Perriot, Thee, I do know. O.
“I agree! Why suck at just one sport,
When you can do tri’s and suck at three?â€
Try ballet! Compression torque, upward motion ~
Spinning round, elevated ground ~ Defy
Gravity! I agree ~ But O, don’t you know?
That’s just a three-ring circus,
A Festival at the Faire, a sparkling cast
O fairies gone awry. O dear, I’ve something
In my eye. Just tear’s deserted prism
Refracting light, a spectrum broken down
For me, a batch of silly clowns,
A book satchel lung over my shoulder
A party atmosphere, a teaspoon of honey
Makes the medicine go down, relieves my frown!
But the ocean views returned ~
Patterned wallpaper and vitrines stuffed
With accessories to the crime, a deliberate
Acknowledgement of subversion, your artful
Evasion ~ A subversion, your sublimation!
But O! What a Grande Occasion ~ This ferry
Delivers we passengers deeper into the heart
Of the conversation, a Divine Conversion
A place reserved for a willful houseguest
Staking claim for the season. Or say
The moon’s silver-fingered light finds you
Waking you at the start, a new beginning
Begging for an answer to the unasked question?
On what occasion, on what official premise
Should one call? What say yall? You’re sacked,
You’ve lost your job, you’re just a silly foolish
School Grrl gone astray.
But Hey! So
Am I! So, like,
What’s not,
Who’s hotter?
The air stirs,
The act resumes. But it was that particular
Moment, that vague unplanned aspect
Of the afternoon, when the light
Held itself in a gesture
Of restraint…
*
Logo or Lego blocks?
DNA, RINA, or attempt admission
Through another entrance? Or were these costumes
Clearly remains from a previous season?
If son, what reason? What rhyme has stolen
My soul, varies fancy into facts too artfully
Well?
“I received a Gift certificate for Christmas
From a friend. I am really struggling
To find the right logo. What are some of the better
Ones you have seen? 22 characters or less?â€
~ Masqued One
Try 5th & 22 Clicks.
Turn thrice, & look up!
Thee, tell me, please ~
What do you see?
A Harrison, a Star!
Just a jingle jangle, just a Jongleur Gang
Just a bunch of wandering minstrels
Traveling around stealing frowns, singing
The compositions of the troubadours,
Reciting epic poems in noble households, modest
Mansions, New York City streets, or shopping
Mall fast-food courts. Or just horsing around,
Just carousing around town, arousing
Festive sparkling air to sparkle ever more!
All very well said, all very well done. But know!
How to see, how to know,
A double star?
“O, don’t you know?â€
No.
“A binary system, two stars, orbiting one another,
They are just very hot, very close,
Very much in love ~ Too far
Gone to be scene with a backyard telescope.â€
~ Larry
All very well, all explained very well.
Merci, thank you very much.
“Anyplace, any place,
I’m happy to help.â€
~ Larry
I used to work
In advertising, I used to work, O
I’ll have you know!
“Words, a.k.a. propaganda,
Indeed very effective weapons of war.â€
~ Double-A
“Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.
For me
Give me your hand.â€
~ Maya Angelou
Oui, so true, on any earthly level,
Or celestial order, overt or covert, or any
Shopping mall food court, or squash game
Played ~ Do not forget, remember to know!
Words engage or enslave ~ On any page
Paper or digital, rolled enscrolled, or sewn,
Stitched, perfect bound. Or just found, splashed
About on city streets! Or read in any day’s
New York Times! So alas, a critical intelligence
So essential to maintain, cultivate intelligence
That remains focused on the good, please
Understand the need for a helping hand. So
Know! sharpen focus, perfect
Perspective angles. We’ve deeper shallow
Fields to frame, as well, to name a new. But know!
As well, important, so crucial
Too, cultivate submission to enchantment.
DonVon,
Are you really the Elf Lord?
“Yes.â€
~ DonVon
So, like, where’s Elf?
“They’re everywhere.â€
~ DonVon
Okey dokey ~ So know, so
Be it, DonVon. Say so! Or compose me
A Joseph Cornell collage, pretty
Please?
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From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 2:47 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
“You have to make the call for yourself.â€
I did that. ATT
Told me my bill was late.
“Uns.â€
One?
“Ones. Big Ones.
As in ‘a pair of...’â€
Balls or boobs or stars.
“Houseboat?â€
Loveboat?
On cruise control...
“Headed for Viagra Falls.â€
Or the Milky Way?
“Ich Liebe Dich.â€
Please explain.
…drafted round a garden
Court.
[Hey!]
Maybe Beth knows, too,
Leonardo’s where
Ab ~ Outs!
“Well all gather there.
Where?â€
~ Double-A
Last scene, that Maltese Dog
Disembarking...
....a train station, somewhere
In outside of the Holland Tunnel ~
[Hey!]
Baby boi! Come home ~
A bone I'll get you!
All fortifed with a New Generation Bisphosphonate,
Just Zometa, or
A Meta Oz \White fluffy tall tale
Told to et
Al.
PS. Bring the gang, you know
Who they are, Leonardo!
*
"Uns."
One?
"Ones.Big Ones. As in 'a pair of...'"
~ Double-A
Sounds dicey to me.
Or para ~
Bolical. Or dia ~
Bolical. Or Constant ~
Nople. Open
The champagne, please?
Cheers!************8
Ford the water, the Viagra Falls ~
Over the top, singing Christmas
Carols, rounds sung
~ Slip, sip
Champagne
Avec Charlemagne ~
Ballast me, off center
I now go ~ sailing to
Ballicatter ~ A ridge of ice formed
Along a shoreline by waves
And freezing spray.
The Ghost~est~es with the Most~est,
Just my Sacred Host, of which I Boast,
Sailing my boat across the sea of thyme,
My ancient rhyme
Eternitie
By Robert Herrick
(1591–1674)
"O YEARES! and Age! Farewell
Behold I go,
Where I do know
Infinitie to dwell.
And these mine eyes shall see
All times, how they
Are lost i’ th’ Sea
Of vast Eternitie.
Where never Moone shall sway
The Starres; but she,
And Night, shall be
Drown’d in one endlesse Day."
~ Sailing
My ship de
Fooles ~
* ~ You are cordially invited ~ *
....on journey, just all & me,
Into, throughout, as well,
About ~
Peterson Field Guides
EASTERN FORESTS
Author, John C. Kricher
Illustrator, Gordon Morrison
Vol. 37
Houghton Mifflin
1988
Perchance,
Too, to stumble upon
~ Mourning Would ~
So long I have, I do, I did, still am, too,
A wished-for awakening...
Or hast Thou forsaken me?
I think NOT!
"Natural history is an extraordinary subject.
The study of nature fascinated Aristotle no less
than it did Charles Darwin centuries later.
It still fascinates us today. Few subjects so clearly
and simultaneously appeal to both the emotions
and the intellect. A quiet soujourn in a spring woodland
is one of the most relaxing of experiences. The sight
of various life-forms re-emerging from dormancy
to activity provides a splendid sense of continuity. Emotions
are recharged as Skunk Cabbage pokes up, Red Maples
blossom, and the Spring Peeper chorus breaks what had
been winter's silence. Nature is art unbridled
by human bias. But, it is far more..."
~ John C. Kricher,
From the Preface
“Regards,
~ The other Alexâ€
Love & kisses to both
Alexes ~
…scam…
unscramble
“How do we define reality?
Can there be separate realities,
Or is the only reality the one
That we can physically sense
For ourselves?â€
~ Double-A
Where’s Mr.
Carlos Castaneda?
“How do we define reality? Can there be
Separate realities, or is the only reality
The one
That we can physically sense for ourselves?â€
~ Double-A
I once, briefly, crossed to other side of the mirror.
And several times, alas,
Journeyed through Ether,
AKA, either/or.
Just a sliding ramp upward,
Or sometimes, yes.
A leap ~
“Do you run in leather shoes ?
Did the salesman forget
To tell you that your shiny new
Bostonians are not high
Mileage trainers?â€
Donovan Rebbechi
http://pegasus.rutgers.edu/~elflord/
DonVon,
Are you really the Elf Lord?
Where's Elf?
Jongleur ~ A wandering minstrel of medieval
Times who traveled around singing
The compositions of troubadours
Or reciting epic poems
In noble households or royal courts.
“How to see a double star?
Merely a binary system, two stars
Orbiting one another,
Or are they just very hot, very close,
Very much in love? Too far
Gone to be scene with a backyard telescope?
Anyplace I can find some good
Info on double stars?â€
~ Larry
Try 5th & 22 Clicks.
Turn thrice, & look up!
Thee, tell me, please ~
What do you see?
“Words, a.k.a. propaganda,
Indeed very effective weapons of war.â€
~ Double-A
Oui, so true,
On any earthly level,
Or celestial order, overt or covert ~
Words engage or enslave.
So alas, a critical intelligence
So essential to maintain,
Cultivate intelligence to remain,
To sharpen focus, perfect
Perspective angles, deep or shallow
Fields to frame, as well,
To name the new. But know!
As well, important, so crucial
Too, cultivate submission
To en-
Chantment.
DonVon,
Are you really the Elf Lord?
“Yes.â€
~ DonVon
So, like, where’s Elf?
“They’re everywhere.â€
~ DonVon
Okey dokey ~
So be it,
If you say so. [But how to know
Elf from a troll?]
But O DonVon!
I mean, well, you know ~
Where’s T-H-E
Elf,
That fancy dancer,
Where gone?
“Enchantment is a good word to describe
The kind of spell that words can
Cast.â€
~ Double-A
Some last, too.
But O? If one
Mispells one’s words,
Does the enchantment
Cast still hold
Fast? Or, do folds
Of time consume, resume
The status quo, perchance
Dazzle, or, too, robustly enhance
One's pastoral view, spark romance
Too? But chant ~ plain song
Sung, rounds rung right
For resonant romance, no wrong
Note chimed, sounds hung
On air ~ will such a spell
Enchant if my spell's
Spelled wrong?
Plain song sung round right tonight
Holds time's folds suspended ~
No further amendment.
Spoken well, spelled as bells
Knell clear mourning ~ so near,
The clerestory's night light
Spotlights a shining cast, enchanted
Carolers carousing sound around
Town Square. Just chants
Sung swell, outside on cobbled pavement ~
Lyrics, these words, handed
Down. Singers foretell, or told,
Enfold what’s new, what’s old,
To have and to hold.
To spell, yes, to order right ~
Light parting dark,
As one Beginning began.
The International Association
Of
Mourning Would Anatomists
~ Founded, 1931,
Our Mission & Objectives ~
ß To create awareness of Mourning ~ Would
That all know Grief’s anatomy in science, technology,
And natural resource conservation,
For the public good.
Merci.
Mercy.
Bless me.
Take me home, please.
Amen.
*8*
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Subject: Re: Jogging vs. walking
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 1:41 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
<< ...LMAOROTF! Relax...I was adding a teaspoon of levity into the mix w/an
> attempt of humor on iggy's post. that's all. it had nothing to do w/you
> personally and the truth is i have no idea of what you've posted prior or
the
> content of the thread. haven't read it. i just checked to see what iggy
was
> saying and "punning" it to it's logical conclusion. in fact i toned it
down as
> i had a great karen carpenter line in mind.
>
> however if an apology is warranted, i apologize to you. feel better?
good.
>
Inyuranus is an idiot. He also is really creepy in many ways.
Martha>>
Igor?
Or Stativarias?
McTavish
Or Arthur fiddling? Or just a puff
Of Zen, or now
And then.
Future tense,
Or just my desk-seated posture-induced
Pruned down all around
Town's Morning ~ Would
You mind explaining
Your unseemly motivation? Or just
A rite of my uncoiled Spring
Forward, Fall
Back...a
Ward, you are, Robin, of Batman ~
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Subject: Re: Can you run with those MP3 jukeboxes?
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 12:59 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
"I have been using a 256mb mp3
Player for awhile now. However,
I left it at the gym the other day
And it was ruthlessly
Stolen ."
Ruth or rude?
"I have been eyeing
Those portable mp3 jukeboxes for awhile now.
They have a little hard
Drive in there
I think
So can store
Gigs of data
Rather than the
Meager."
~ Schultz
While you're shopping at the 7-11,
And the meter's running,
Grab
Me a snackie, please. Or Jack ~
In ~ the ~ Box
Or Taco Bell, too,
Fine. Perhaps
Too a Peppermint Pattie for dessert.
"Question:
Do they work OK if you jog with it?
I wouldn't want to screw up
The hard-drive."
~ Schultz
Just keep your shoes on.
That should do it.
Choose your ~ O
Know! Terry, that you? Bring that dog
Leash, please. As I know you
Recollect well, you'll offer me that chain, come New
Year's
Eve, 1968.
Just off Laura Lane.
11:55 pm.
A dark night.
A ditch.
A station wagon driven in reverse ~
No rehearsal.
~~ waves *
PS. Tell Michael's Dad, Mr.
Atchinson, that Flyer,
Hello! Great book! Great Mr.
Rick Bragg quote there, too. Great
Grief commentary.
[Good grief! Here's
Charlie Brown!]
Or
Just see: Me, ca. Sepetember, 17, 2004 ~
I was looking around some pics of my hometown,
which has been savaged by huricane Ivan,
and I came across an excerpt from a biography
By the father of someone I knew.
This opening passage, from Mr.
Atkinson's book, touched me.
http://texatkinson.com/excerpt.html
"Rick [Bragg] was in New Orleans doing a feature story
for the New York Times and was interviewing
an elderly black lady in the ghettos
who had just lost her grandson
due to a senseless shooting. He described how
the little boy's "Dr. Seuss" books just dropped
to the ground and the grandson died
looking up at his grandmother with a shocked expression,
unable to speak a word.
When the interview was over, the grandmother thanked
Mr. Bragg for taking the time to write
about her grandson.
Rick said that his normal reply to such a response
from someone consumed with grief
is simply to say Thank You and leave.
But in this instance he replied,
"Why in the world do you want to thank me?
All I have done is to scribble a few notes.
Your grandson is gone forever
and you are the one who will live with his loss
for the rest of your life."
The grandmother replied
by showing him a few carefully folded clippings
from New Orleans newspapers.
The little pieces of paper, coldly and briefly,
reported the story of her grandson's tragic death.
Then the grandmother said to Rick Bragg.
"You sees, sir, if it ain't writ down,
peoples forgets.""
~ Tex Atkinson
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Subject: Re: Shoe suggestions
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 12:31 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
"A few years ago Saucony
Jazz worked for me, but that line seems
Gone. I saw an ad for Saucony Grid
Something or other."
~ delaney
Dr. Pepper told me
It's not a grid.
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Subject: Re: running stride problem (again)
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 3:00 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
<< one has any idea what it is.
Any ideas?
Thanks--Jeannette >>
Try Wintergreen gum.
Hope that helps.
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Subject: ~ Grande Perspective, A Reflective Journey ~
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 12:09 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
~ Reservations
Accepted ~
*
....You cannot have too
Much information...
Or too little!
"Hi Double-A I thiNk It best to let our Poet
"Twitty"
TeLl wHAT could
Be
IN my miNd."
~ Bert
Dunno, Bert.
I beTTer read sOMe science books first.
I bought a Step[hen KIng b[o!o]k tOdAy,
I just need to make sure!
I know you understand my dew diligencia.
~ Moi
"What would
An iNNocent thIng suCh as
She
K[now] ab[oUt] it?"
~ Double-A
WhO,
Me?
~ Moi
"He[lium] [Brit]Ney doLLs have an ad[vantage] of
P[add]Ed(pi[l!l]Ow
Type) and that is they S[tIck] to my bEd rO!Om ceIlIng(geT
The picture)."
~ Bert
SoRt of lIKe a Re[flect]Ed
CeIlIng pLAn?
Or a bLEw
FrAMed d[raft]Y p[rint]?
~ Moi
"HmMm.
Sort of like the classical
Erotic
Art
Painted on the ceilings
Of
Bedrooms in royal palaces. But
Wouldn't your wife usually have the best
View of the ceiling? Maybe you need to paste
A Burt Reynolds
Center ~
Fold
Up
There to help her out."
~ Double-A
DOn'T
Think sO.
~ Moi
"Al BundY used to tApe his 'BIg
Uns' center
Folds
To ThE heAd!bOard
Of
His bEd
TO enable him to make lOve to his wife Peg.
Of coUrse T[haT] wAs
[Be]fore THE Days of [VIA]grA,
WhiCh pUt the hArdw[o!o]d
BAck in seX."
~ Bert
BiG w[Hat]?
~ Moi
“If
Britney pUts on w[Eight]
I onLy
HaVe to add more helIum.
It’s aLL VeRy
ReLAtiVe.â€
~ Bert
“Does ShE [reAl]Ly fLoat
Y]our[ bOat?â€
~ Moi
“Do you kEEp a helium Tank
In y[our] bEdrOOm?
D[oe]S y[our] wife geT t[uRn]Ed
ON
By D[on]AlD
DUcK [voi]Ces tOO?â€
~ Double-A
(*+o<dp>IiI<qb>o+*)
*
“Sigh... As usual:
Overcast here in Holland... And
If the cllouds go away for
Once,
The meteor shower just plain s-cks (like last year’s
Perseids..).â€
~ John den Haan
&/*
Twang.
Seen Chang, that sly, shy missing
Hissing knowing
Siamese cat
Who wears Ed De Bono’s
White Evening Top
Hat?
Justice, you top, I
Zen.
Wow. Now I bow.
How’s that make
Form?
“It’s easy to play
Any
Musical instrument: All
You have to do is touch
The right key
At the right time
And the instrument
Will
Play itself.â€
~ JS Bach
For a long time...[sic]
My life had reached
A place where
Little
Surprise graced my days,
Little sign of pleasure ahead,
No remarkable adventures lie ahead of me,
Or none that I could see. To say
I lived in constant pain overstates my un ~
Happiness.
To say
I traveled with my
Constant
Companion,
Boredom
Rings truth closer. Chimes more resonant.
And yet, not even
Thusly, fully the truth. So I lived
With no hope.
My malaise.
My dreams
Were pages in a book, I counted as days
Already lived.
And so, I found
My happiness in books.
Or rather, I searched
My happiness for books, wandering from page
To page, from shelf to shelf, searching,
Following a sentence that led onward, offered
Me
A window,
And so it was
One evening, long after
I'd drawn
The blinds, pulled
The covers to my chin, locked
The doors and retired to the book
Atop my bedside night table,
That I found
A story to my liking ~
From upstairs, you could see the sounds
Of the waves, even
On this overcast day, hear the tinkling
Silver, breathe the fragrant
Orange peel, finger the firm rind, taste
The sparkling bubbles against textureless
Glass, held on the tongue, tickling lips,
Opening passages,
Imagine the roasted pheasant,
With a pleasant curiosity,
I ~
“I do not know
If it would be possible
To experience on a matter of art, an impression
At once more singular and disquieting
Than that felt
By a stranger visiting Haarlem for the first time.
He has already left the railway
Before he seems to have entered into a sleeping
Town. The Kruisstraat opens
Before him, a long and absolutely deserted
Perspective.â€
~ Henry Havard
From “Banquest of Arquebusiers (Frans Halls)â€
From “Famous Paintings As Seen
And Described by Great
Writersâ€
(Dodd, Mead, & Company, 1905)
“Oui, mon cher.â€
Where’s my chair?
“Uns.â€
One?
“Houseboat?â€
Loveboat?
On cruise control...
“Floating divas,
Duck voice mating calls,
Disney fantasies.â€
Non! Just
My Opera Virtuoso Orlando
Dress Re ~
Hearsal dinner, with that Quack.
O guess what ~ The DVD
Fantasia I got! O too, Folly,
My goose,
Likes Duck Soup,
Gerbers Stew, too.
“Now
I know what
Bert
Means by weird!â€
~ Double-A
You mean, those wires
I see, suspended ~
Flying me
Over
There?
O dear, I better email for my
Beth ~ a ~ Scope, aka
Mommy Diva. An avid
Socks fan, She, who also sings arias and
Knows He. She surely re ~
Collects
What I mean, I mean
What John sings. For I do not recall. But yall
Don’t mind me. I’m think ~ inking Berlioz
Aa-go-go. But De Leibe,
Nice, too. A virgin
Air line drafted round a garden
Court.
[Hey!]
Maybe Beth knows, too,
Leonardo’s where
Ab ~ Outs!
*
....an impression
At once more singular and disquieting
Than that felt
By a stranger visiting Haarlem for the first time.
He has already left the railway
Before he seems to have entered into a sleeping
Town. The Kruisstraat opens
Before him, a long and absolutely deserted
Perspective...
Leonardo
Blinks, hesitates, thinks,
Stands motionlessly, momentarily reluctant,
Nervous,
One would say, if one concerned oneself, were
To more
Accurately surmise his mood,
If observing his small body
~ Brace ~
Himself
Against a sudden breeze.
His
Hair, white,
Riffles,
Touched,
Felt,
Combs the wind, sparks a chill, traces
Spirals,
Races
Rapidly up, down, around his spine. A whine
Overheard, if standing close. But none
Stands near. His muscles stiffen. He folds
His tail close to his body to warm himself, unsure,
His resolve,
Unclear, unknowing
If venturing deeper into
This sleeping
Town
Will take him closer to his goal,
His arrival.
He knows
Not,
Before a sudden impulse
Prompts him to turn, tells him to
Glance briefly behind, past his left shoulder. He seals,
Encloses, exposes the image behind him,
The place from
Which he ventures. Satisfied,
For now,
His memory,
His picture,
The train station, he fixes his mind,
For fear, his knowing,
He may,
Circle back,
If the road ahead ~ The long,
Absolutely
Deserted perspective
~ Leads him back
Again
And again
Retracing his steps. He stops, his hopes,
Holds the train station from which he departs,
Satisfied, in his mind,
Or as much as he allows
Himself
To feel,
His submission, for his journey, has
He learned. Leon resolves
The memory
Revolves his view away from the railway, turns
Now to regard the future, stares
Ahead. Be bold, Leon tells himself.
Leon steels his determination, eyes
The long perspective
Before him, inhales deeply,
Sighs sleepily,
Steps forward...
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Subject: Re: ~ Grande Perspective, A Reflective Journey ~
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 1:18 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
"Then the grandmother said to Rick Bragg.
‘You sees, sir, if it ain’t writ down,
peoples forgets.’â€
~ Tex Atkinson
“Forerunner 201?’
“Yes. Comments and lots of them.
Ask Dr. Google.
Cheersâ€
~ DonVon
Who’s that?
O gotcha. Mr.
Charles Schultz said, "You're a Good
Man, Robin Brown." Betcha that Beagle 2
Loves Jack Russels, too.
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Subject: Re: Garmin Forerunner 201
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 12:16 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
"Anyone have comments
On the Garmin Forerunner 201?
It wasn't long before my
Timex GPS was on EBay
So I am trying to avoid that again.
Thanks. . . ."
~ J. Merrill
[Hey!]
So, like, Dude ~
What's the light like,
How often does it change?
When's this nightmare over?
EBay? Is that like, you know, Long Island
Sound? Xem
It? Or rhyme it?
Or just, forget about it all
And die?
Please don't lie. I trust you Greatly,
You know. Your work,
My Dante, my style, my Idle Isle
De C.
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Subject: Re: Wonderfully off topic
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 2:05 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
"Since Hell has frozen over, it follows
That it is
Not
Accepting any more souls and is therefore,
Extinct...leaving only Heaven
Thereby
Proving the existence of a divine being,
Which explains why, last night,
Teresa
Kept shouting 'Oh my God.'"
~ surf
Whatever.
Clever.
So she read my Blog.
So like,
Is Hell a Theme Park
Nowadays? If so,
Tres tacky. Yesterday's New York Times
Reports ~
"Orlando,
Florida, Incorporates What's Hot"
Me, I gotta get back to the classics ~
Still gotta read Ms.
Wolfe's mistook book, Evergreen
Wintergreen. Or chew spearmint or trident,
Chewing gum's gumming up the works.
Hermes scarfed down supper
Too fast, too, then howled after dinner, whining
For an after-cheese-course appertif ~
While I was on the phone with Mr.
Derimergers, reporting my impressions back
To him, regarding
Our earlier apres Ougi Board consultation
Avec Bill, Kelsey, all the best rest,
One lovely summer's eve, on his townhouse deck
Wooden, blowing in the breeze ~
Whatever ~
[Hey!]
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Subject: Re: cyclist contemplating a marathon
From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 6:13 P.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
<< I agree! Why suck at just one sport, when you can do tri's and suck at
three? >>
Because, Dear Rude Fabby,
Time, if limited, O know~
Here, let me grab you, you're flying!
A partnered catch, a spinning pirohette,
A calculated catch, a well-woven net
Without which no aierist should display
Here talent, her abilkty to defy earth's gravity.
So gravitas, so veritas, so artful dodger
Perriot, Thee, I do know. O.
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From: [email protected]entary (Twittering One)
Date: 12/17/2004 7:10 P.M. Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email protected]>
....cause I have AD[Hi!]D.
*
I feel lost and lonely.
I feel mostly horny.
I feel my mind, no longer mine.
I do not know the time.
I do not know how to speak
Except in rhyme.
I think will go wander
My city streets.
“What ~
Being lame on one level isn’t enough?
~ High Con
Try ballet!
Compression torque, upward motion ~
Defy gravity!
[Hey!]
~ waves ~
“I agree! Why suck at just one sport,
When you can do tri’s and suck at three?â€
Because, Dear Rude Fabby,
Time, if limited, O know ~
Here, let me grab you, you’re flying!
A partnered catch, a spinning pirouette,
A calculated catch, a well-woven net
Without which no aerialist should display
Her talent, her ability to defy earth’s gravity.
So gravitas, so veritas, so artful dodger
Perriot, Thee, I do know. O.
“I agree! Why suck at just one sport,
When you can do tri’s and suck at three?â€
Try ballet! Compression torque, upward motion ~
Spinning round, elevated ground ~ Defy
Gravity! I agree ~ But O, don’t you know?
That’s just a three-ring circus,
A Festival at the Faire, a sparkling cast
O fairies gone awry. O dear, I’ve something
In my eye. Just tear’s deserted prism
Refracting light, a spectrum broken down
For me, a batch of silly clowns,
A book satchel lung over my shoulder
A party atmosphere, a teaspoon of honey
Makes the medicine go down, relieves my frown!
But the ocean views returned ~
Patterned wallpaper and vitrines stuffed
With accessories to the crime, a deliberate
Acknowledgement of subversion, your artful
Evasion ~ A subversion, your sublimation!
But O! What a Grande Occasion ~ This ferry
Delivers we passengers deeper into the heart
Of the conversation, a Divine Conversion
A place reserved for a willful houseguest
Staking claim for the season. Or say
The moon’s silver-fingered light finds you
Waking you at the start, a new beginning
Begging for an answer to the unasked question?
On what occasion, on what official premise
Should one call? What say yall? You’re sacked,
You’ve lost your job, you’re just a silly foolish
School Grrl gone astray.
But Hey! So
Am I! So, like,
What’s not,
Who’s hotter?
The air stirs,
The act resumes. But it was that particular
Moment, that vague unplanned aspect
Of the afternoon, when the light
Held itself in a gesture
Of restraint…
*
Logo or Lego blocks?
DNA, RINA, or attempt admission
Through another entrance? Or were these costumes
Clearly remains from a previous season?
If son, what reason? What rhyme has stolen
My soul, varies fancy into facts too artfully
Well?
“I received a Gift certificate for Christmas
From a friend. I am really struggling
To find the right logo. What are some of the better
Ones you have seen? 22 characters or less?â€
~ Masqued One
Try 5th & 22 Clicks.
Turn thrice, & look up!
Thee, tell me, please ~
What do you see?
A Harrison, a Star!
Just a jingle jangle, just a Jongleur Gang
Just a bunch of wandering minstrels
Traveling around stealing frowns, singing
The compositions of the troubadours,
Reciting epic poems in noble households, modest
Mansions, New York City streets, or shopping
Mall fast-food courts. Or just horsing around,
Just carousing around town, arousing
Festive sparkling air to sparkle ever more!
All very well said, all very well done. But know!
How to see, how to know,
A double star?
“O, don’t you know?â€
No.
“A binary system, two stars, orbiting one another,
They are just very hot, very close,
Very much in love ~ Too far
Gone to be scene with a backyard telescope.â€
~ Larry
All very well, all explained very well.
Merci, thank you very much.
“Anyplace, any place,
I’m happy to help.â€
~ Larry
I used to work
In advertising, I used to work, O
I’ll have you know!
“Words, a.k.a. propaganda,
Indeed very effective weapons of war.â€
~ Double-A
“Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.
For me
Give me your hand.â€
~ Maya Angelou
Oui, so true, on any earthly level,
Or celestial order, overt or covert, or any
Shopping mall food court, or squash game
Played ~ Do not forget, remember to know!
Words engage or enslave ~ On any page
Paper or digital, rolled enscrolled, or sewn,
Stitched, perfect bound. Or just found, splashed
About on city streets! Or read in any day’s
New York Times! So alas, a critical intelligence
So essential to maintain, cultivate intelligence
That remains focused on the good, please
Understand the need for a helping hand. So
Know! sharpen focus, perfect
Perspective angles. We’ve deeper shallow
Fields to frame, as well, to name a new. But know!
As well, important, so crucial
Too, cultivate submission to enchantment.
DonVon,
Are you really the Elf Lord?
“Yes.â€
~ DonVon
So, like, where’s Elf?
“They’re everywhere.â€
~ DonVon
Okey dokey ~ So know, so
Be it, DonVon. Say so! Or compose me
A Joseph Cornell collage, pretty
Please?
*
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