MURE

The Ugly Duckling of the sea
Had Zero desirability

Until a good cook
Gave it a whole new look

Ugly did be
The Beautiful Swan of the sea

It needed a good bath
And some basic math

How do I know?
Just read below
↓

Let CL = Clams
MU = Mussels
and
RE = An excellent REcipe
and
CL + RE = An excellent clam recipe

Then substitute MU for CL
and
MU + RE = An excellent mussel recipe

Plages, A Portmanteau

Plages = Plaques + Pages


This calligraphic assemblage was on exhibit last night at a local coffee house.

A variation on the theme of
No Pain No Gain



More precisely, it is the logical inverse of
No Pain No Gain









Blogger's Note
A simple click on the photographs will expand your appreciation of the artistic statement.

Stainless Steel Duet

Jaume Plensa
Spiegel, 2010

The picture above appears–with text–in today's artdaily.com

It qualifies as a hardcore Midnight photograph and may inspire this softcore "Midnight Photographer" to melt his clock.

Here is what Mr. Plensa's stainless steel sculpture looks like in daylight.

Blogger's Notes
Jaume Plensa is no stranger to these pages.
The daylight photo was taken by my friend Flickr
The midnight photo was taken by Andrew J. Weber who is no stranger to World Series
photography

Elliptical Dance Step

All joy to thee
Daughters of Polyanax.

Sappho
born ≈ 610 BC
died ≈ 570 BC






Blogger's Notes
Polyanax ruled the kingdom of Melos. None of his troops were sent to the Trojan War.
Sappho died approximately the same year Pythagoras was born. He ruled the kingdom of Mathematics but as a dance teacher, she taught a beautiful form of Applied Math.
A full-length Sappho poem appears here

Midnight Motorcycle

Under the blanket

De-noised but Dreaming

About Harley

Or Davidson

Mister E.

God works in mysterious ways
But he aint the only one








Courtesy of Godette ©

Calling All Poetry Fans

Especially fans of Edward Arlington Robinson.

An early September post entitled Mr. Webster and Richard Cory has been given a makeover.



Courtesy of the Reciproculture Office of the Lewis Carroll School.

A "New Yorker" Poem

THE LAKE IS A MIND WITH A SHOPPING CART IN IT

See that? A heart on the flap of
your Cheerios box? A bee with white
teeth? Don't faint, or you'll cause
a sharp rise in blackout around here.
At the register, simply hold a ham
upside down if you want it
to scan. Comb the parking lot, blinking
keys, all the flashes the keys were
programmed for. For an escape,
pull over. There really is a lake though
you hear it's frozen & you'll do
donuts on it, while your car strains
to avoid the very obvious
desire to strain. Finally home
you undress your body and conceal it
with shades. You can nuke yourself
garlic knots. An old white ash
anchors your front lawn, soaks up
a brake light through its leaves.

Ben Purkert

Fortunately, Hurricane Sandy did not make an
Election Day reality of this cover illustration

Dostoevski's CRIME And PUNISHMENT

The whole movie and nothing but the movie...No advertisements...No segmentation...
For the gestalt of the film adaptation of the Dostoevski classic, click here






Blogger's Notes
The preferred LCSoL spelling of the Russian author's name is with the terminal full-time vowel– i – instead of the part-time vowel– y

Exponential gratitude for "DoctorBritches." He (or she) posted a high quality 88-minute video on youTube

A Brooklyn Kardashian Inspired This

The diagonal dancer in this brass knuckles ballet–Kris Humphries–was married to a Kardashian sister.

In professional team sports, to say that there is no love lost between Boston and New York is to say that today is Thursday.

But it behooves the Sports Morality Squad to dwell on last night's fisticuffs which marred what else transpired during a basketball game. If you–or anyone you know–loves Brooklyn, the game–per se–was most satisfying.

Now it behooves this blogger to direct you to The New York Post.

OMG
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever post a sentence like the previous one. But if you prefer something called "excellent journalism" a New York Times staffer reported on the exact same game.

This Is Not...

...here to single out a recent post. It is here to direct you to a recent gadget.
It is here to direct you South of the border 'twixt Verbiage and Vision.

Fresh off the cyber-spacian press, three jpegs can now see the light of your eyes.

The good news is that I removed an ominous title from a long-term resident of my home page and gave it a "favorite" makeover. This photograph came all the way down from Eugene, Oregon.

The better news involves a much-overlooked jetty-adjacent pic. My personal coach is responsible for the streamlined title inspired by a chair.

But the best news is so good I even shared it with all my friends in Poland. In English, of course, but three of the five "words" in the title are universal symbols.

The subject of that photograph is also on exhibit twice within six inches of my desk–and thrice within four feet. It is neither Carol nor Alice. It is my sister!

Meanwhile, Little Alice–with or without approval from LCSoL headquarters–is permanently ensconced atop the Oxford English Dictionary.


Blogger's Note
This arrow is meant to direct you to the 2-DIE-4 PHOTO GALLERY

This Is Not Dali...

It is Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald.











Nursing Mother With Red Blanket
(1932-1934)

From Zelda to Jimi

Etta Seamster, one of the founding mothers of the Lewis Carroll School of Logic, taught a class entitled Post-humous Philosophy. Her most memorable quote is

When people die, so does jealousy. So does time. But music, art and youth prosper.

Therefore, I post Zelda Fitzgerald's gift to Jimi Hendrix. Yesterday was the musician's birthday. Yesteryear was when Zelda painted Chrysanthemums

She presented the gift while the Birthday song was sung by Scott and Ella Fitzgerald. Mostly Ella, of course, but Scott may or may not have been dressed in triangular drag.


Blogger's Note
"Triangular drag" is merely a reference to the most recent F. Scott Fitzgerald post but it could also apply to Zelda's painting.

Happy Birthday, #70

Direct from my e-box...

Paul

Jimi Hendrix, born this day
in 1942. Lived 27 years.

Was he a jazz musician?

He never had the chance.

Video:

http://www.jazzonthetube.com/page/21118.html

- Lester Perkins
Jazz on the Tube

P.S. Please share Jazz on the Tube with your
friends and colleagues.

If they like jazz, they're going to love this.

What might have been...

Is This Calvin Before Hobbes? (R L Jr #2)

The first page is perfectly readable upon expansion but please expand your imagination to revisit an unillustrated "comic strip."






The year was 1919.
The Chicago Tribune featured a columnist named Ring Lardner who deceptively entitled his verbiage "In The Wake Of The News."
A common topic of the daily column was conversation amongst a family of five.
The centerpiece of the family was a precocious pest named Bill. In real life, "Bill" grew up to become Ring Lardner Jr. He was the last survivor of the Hollywood Ten, victims of the H.U.A.C.

To think of the modern cartoon character Calvin–with or without Hobbes–as an adult who spends some real time in jail requires the barest minimum of imagination.
Is this scenario plausible?

JUDGE SUSIE DERKINS: Are you now or have you ever been a member of the GROSS Party?

CALVIN: I could answer your question, madam, but I'd hate myself in the morning.




GROSS–Get Rid Of Slimy Girls–was a secret organization formed by Calvin & Hobbes. Their primary target was Susie Derkins. All of this was created by an extraordinary cartoonist whose first name was–you guessed it–Bill

H.U.A.C. stands for the House Unamerican Activities Commission. In 1947, the chief interrogator who famously spoke the words "Are you now–or have you ever been–a member of the Communist Party?" was J. Parnell Thomas. He would end up in jail for common theft. I absolutely refuse to highlight that slimy rodent's name!

The photographed text is from Ring Lardner Jr's memoir entitled–you guessed it–I'd Hate Myself In The Morning

Bathtub Beatitudes & Attitudes

F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote Porcelain and Pink, a play in one-act, before he was twenty-four years old. It is about two strikingly attractive sisters and a bathtub.
"Mistaken identity is the old, rusty pivot upon which the plot turns."





JULIE: I’m happy as a garbage-man’s dog and I’m giving a little concert.

LOIS: (Severely) Grow up!

JULIE: (Waving a pink arm around the room) The walls reflect the sound, you see. That’s why there’s something very beautiful about singing in a bathtub. It gives an effect of surpassing loveliness. Can I render you a selection?

LOIS: I wish you’d hurry out of the tub.

JULIE: (Shaking her head thoughtfully) Can’t be hurried. This is my kingdom at present, Godliness.

LOIS: Why the mellow name?

JULIE: Because you’re next to Cleanliness. Don’t throw anything please!



Blogger's Note
Scott Fitzgerald was born in 1896. When Porcelain and Pink was published in The Smart Set, the Roaring Twenties was almost zero years old, if not younger. This Triangle Club photo, taken before Scott met Zelda, may have been the inspiration for Julie and/or Lois.

Dylan&Me

Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives
Don't know how it all got started
Or what they're doing with their lives
But I do know
As long as I may live
Those two "Somes"
Are not mutually exclusive

But here is what else
I can do
Give you a taste of
Tanlged Up In Blue
(Though it is
Slightly sad:
The prelude is
A fifteen-second ad.

Bloggeer's Note
Red ink and italicized verse = Bob Dylan. Everything else = Paul Cojones.

I Also Shot His Master's Voice!

This time, my M340 veapon
Victimized Victor the Dog
a/k/a
"His Master's Voice"

But only after
Baking the record,
Seasoned with white tofu flakes
And paprika

The cropper was uncompromised
But the evidence
Foolishly includes
The shooter's foot!

The Queen of Hearts
Was the presiding judge.
She described my deed as
"Malicious and Melticious
"Definitely not Delicious"
Then she proclaimed
OFF WITH HIS BLOG!








Shooter's Note
Divine intervention prevailed: The Lewis Carroll School of Logic granted me an executive pardon.

I Just Shot Pinocchio!

Within minutes of completing
The previous post
I reached for my Kodak weapon

(With a compromised cropper)
I shot Pinocchio
I vinylly did it!
But blurred some evidence
In the process.













Blogger's Note
Reproduction of the evidence, however, is the exact video and soundtrack from the Disney Classic–as opposed to the vinyl "victim's" story.

A Shadowy Pinocchio

If you're going to a Christies auction
Be sure to hide credit cards in your hair
A shadowy Pinocchio is available there
But I just report it from here

Blogger's Note
There is a reasonable possibility that this verse can be sung to the tune of Scott McKenzie's "If You're Going to San Francisco."

I Almost Wish I Wrote This

What ballet is to football players, mathematics is to writers, a discipline so beguiling and foreign, so close to a taboo, that it actually attracts a few intrepid souls by virtue of its impregnability. The few writers who have ventured headlong into high-level mathematics—Lewis Carroll, Thomas Pynchon, David Foster Wallace—have been among our most inventive in both the sentences they construct and the stories they create.

Why "Almost," you might ask?
Professor McKinley Morganfield might as well have used a branding iron imprinting a Pythagorean quote on the skulls of all his students at the Lewis Carroll School of Logic.
You can read that quote above every page in this site.

MUSIC IS THE MATHEMATICS OF THE GODS

Were I the New Yorker Magazine blogger who wrote this extraordinary essay, my thick Italian head would have demanded the inclusion of those Pythagorean words.
But give extra-credit to my fellow blogger, Alexander Narazyan, for this sentence:

Wordsworth praised “poetry and geometric truth” for “their high privilege of lasting life,” while Edna St. Vincent Millay remarked that “Euclid alone has looked on beauty bare.”

Not only, but also...
I have an infinite calculation of gratitude for artist Istvan Banyai.

Blogger's Note
Carol Weireau made this page possible.

All Art Patrons Must Wear Burqas

**THIS ART EXHIBITION CAN BE EXPERIENCED BY THE VISITORS ONLY IN A BURQA**

WIESBADEN,GERMANY- In his work Naneci Yurdagül reflects, subtly and ironically, on social, cultural and political situations and their change, which always have traces of his own biography. One focus of his artistic engagement are topics on national and religious identity, migration, social exclusion, cultural appropriation and mistrust. They are constantly picked up and are treated critically, often in relation to current public debates, to intervene in the social discourse. His artistic expression includes almost all media such as performance, film, painting, photography, sculpture and installation, setting specific incentives. The Nassauischer Kunstverein Wiesbaden has organised the most complex institutional solo exhibition of the artist in Germany. For the exhibition in Wiesbaden Naneci Yurdagül conceived a round tour made up of several installations, focusing "exemplary" on the phenomenon of cultural appropriation and opening up new perspectives on the supposedly alien, by holding up a mirror to the familiar. The exhibition, designed by the artist as a world of experience, can be visited and experienced by the visitors only in a burqa...

The First Multi-Ethnic Dude

There were 3 good arguments that Jesus was Black:
1. He called everyone brother
2. He liked Gospel
3. He didn't get a fair trial

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Jewish:
1. He went into His Father's business
2. He lived at home until he was 33
3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his Mother was sure He was God

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Italian:
1. He talked with His hands
2. He had wine with His meals
3. He used olive oil

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was a Californian:
1. He never cut His hair
2. He walked around barefoot all the time
3. He started a new religion

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was an American Indian:
1. He was at peace with nature
2. He ate a lot of fish
3. He talked about the Great Spirit

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Irish:
1. He never got married..
2. He was always telling stories.
3. He loved green pastures.

But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus was a woman:
1. He fed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was virtually no food
2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it
3. And even when He was dead, He had to get up because there was still work to do!

Make that She
Q.E.D.


Can I get an AMEN?
Can I get a woMEN?

I'll take the latter

Blogger's Note
Invisible graffiti spraypainted across this post: GODETTE WAS HERE

A Poem For Carol

As we stroll along together
Three thousand miles apart
Distance does not matter
When you're here in my heart

When I need to say...
You're an email away
Or I pick up the phone
And I am not alone

But I can have an AA smile
With all those frequent fly mile
Someday I'll be
Knocking on Door #3

One thing you can bet-e
Til then I have my jetty
So close yet never out of reach
As I plod across the sculpted beach

Bob Hope Porno?

This is from

THE LEMON DROP KID,
starring Bob Hope.

Who wudda thunk

There was hope
For Mannequin Porno?








Once upon a time,


the 101-year-old man–who was run over by a ninety-one-year-old woman–was alive & well. His name was OTTO JENSEN. He was a photographer who prospered financially but his professional renown was quite equal to zero.

He took this picture of Bob Hope and "Dean Martin" (???) forming a tomato sandwich.

Frank Zappa & Steve Allen: The Bicycle Symphony

The year is 1963.
Frank Zappa performed with Steve Allen on the Tonight Show. If you were to grade this music, you would have to give it an A, as in Atonal.






Blogger's Note
I would like to thank Carol Weireau for introducing me to this Zappa video.

Hughes on Jefferson

Thomas Jefferson was the patron saint of the do-it yourself-ers.
Robert Hughes

Hughes on Hopper

The diner turns into
a sort of
geometrical aquarium
with four
inscrutable fish
in it.
Robert Hughes




Edward Hopper
Nighthawks

Slices of Bacon in Sydney

After four years in the making, first major Francis Bacon exhibition in Australia opens.

Auction For First-born Songs

Beatles for sale: Tape Decca rejected in 1961 resurfaces and is being auctioned by the Fame Bureau

Photo for artdaily.com by Emmanuel Dunand

Poem For His First-Born Son

One thing that's yours, my little child
Your poor old Dad is simply wild
To own. It's not a book or toy
It's your imagination, boy.
If I possessed it, what a time
I'd have, nor need to spend a dime.

I wish that I could get astride
A broom, and have a horse to ride;
Or climb into the swing, and be
A sailor on the deep blue sea.
Or believe a chair a choo-choo train
Bound anywhere and back again.
Ring Lardner (≈1915)

Blogger's Note
If ever there was a writer who did not want his image enlarged, it would be Ring Lardner.
If per chance an image of Mr. Lardner could be presented in direct proportion to his influence, I would have to negotiate with Mr. Infinity.

A Foggy Jetty Day (???)

To compensate for the cumbersome title, this red ink will link you to the Gershwin classic A Foggy Day as sung by Billie Holiday.
It helps if you can imagine the fog being transported "across the pond" on the other side of the continent.

This Is Not Oliverio...

...It is Oliviero Rainaldi.
He is the artist responsible for both sculptures of Pope John Paul II. The unveiling of the second statue was recently posted. At the time of that posting, I was not aware of the controversy as to why the massive sculpture required a complete makeover.




Blogger's Note
The next sentence is not a non sequitir if you have already followed the hyperlink. The title of this post could have been "This Is Not Oliverio, nor is it Mussolini."

From Gala to Frida w/ 100% Pure Fact

Regional Tehuana dresses, including a blouse called huipil and a skirt, used by Mexican painter Frida Khalo are exhibited at her museum in Mexico City on November 21, 2012. The clothes, shoes, jewelry and headdresses chosen by the painter -wife of Mexican painter Diego Rivera, and who has inspired internationally renowned fashion designers- can be seen at their home Museum at the exhibition 'Appearances can be Deceiving', which includes blouses with colorful prints and long skirts, typical of the region of Oaxaca, south of Mexico City.
AFP PHOTO/OMAR TORRES.


All of the above is from artdaily.com






Blogger's Note
Using an uber-translation app, I determined that the the English translation of "Diego & Frida" is "Scott & Zelda."
The app then linked me to a talking feline "Zelda the Cat" who allegedly had evidence of a pleasure-packed and volatile weekend spent by the Funomenal 4-Some.

Funomenal 4-Some is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

ThankSWAYing History #'s 49 & 391

A brand new and mysteriously attractive condominium neighbor pleasantly shocked me by accepting an invitation to a ThankSWAYING Dinner.
She introduced herself as "Gala, but you can call me Gail."


She can be seen admiring the vertical tablecloth which she expertly tapestried to my living room wall.
Her "deceased but gravity-defying husband, Salvador," magically baked a chocolate violin with a sculpted piano water bowl.

"Gail, this desert is utterly delicious."
""To be utterly exact, it is DALIcious."
"And my wish is to welcome you to the Casa Del Mar Condo Complex."
"My new complex, I can do. But I must limit my time with you."
"Are you saying–as we are ThankSWAYing–that you are not staying?"

She pointed to the living room wall.
"The tall tablecloth is The Red Orchestra. They have performed for you most absurdulously but I must return their tapestry before the next hour assumes power!"
"What happens after that hour?"
"I become forty-nine cauliflowers."
"I know that you and your husband worship cauliflower but why forty-nine?"
"I will leave you with a pistachio paperclip from a memory of what happened forty-nine years ago today."
"Thank you for giving this to me, Gail."
"Goodbye & good everything, Paul."

Then she and the red orchestra–and this JFK vision–were gone.
For the "pistachio" souvenir I am eternally grateful.
I also thank the paperclip for proving my sanity hasn't evaporated.
I would never have eat such a thing
I need it to clip together these surrealistic moments.







Blogger's Notes
John Fitzgerald Kennedy (5/29/17-11/22/63)
Gala Dali (1894-1982)
Thanksgiving (1621-eternity)


"The chocolate violin was played by a vanilla violinist."
-Salvador Dali

¡Muy Feo!

The GraffiTREE









We can't be grateful for everything



Blogger's Note
In English, the title means very ugly.

THE Rachel

If you are a fan of humanity, then THE Rachel or The Maddow Knows refers to one and only one person.









On the eve of Thanksgiving, she opened THE RACHEL MADDOW SHOW with a list of gratitudinal references. All of them eminently worthy of attention for living members of the human race. Some, however, were presented with tongue-in-cheek.
Included amongst them was a Presidential Pardon and an appreciation for a website's educational essay on what can be learned by actually reading newsprint.
The "newsprint" Rachel Maddow singled out can be viewed here.

Pardon My Ego But...

I like this. The first page is pure me, as in

aMErica! aMErica!
gods shed their grace on Me







Blogger's Note
Written about what Tom Wolfe soon thereafter referred to as "The Me Generation," my corruption of America The Beautiful was LCSoL-copyrighted in 1972.
A complete version of aMErica! aMErica was performed with students across the street from Mount Morris Park in Harlem.

Myld Curiosity

Alternative title:
Myld & Blogular Curiosity







Regarding the previous post: I am mildly curious to know if any visitors to these pages have ever read a longer sentence than the one alongside the PLAN 9 MUSIC concept icon.
Responses to this curiosity might be rewarded with a free membership to the Godfather of Math blogsite.
Presently, it has non-memberable access but that is subject to change.
If, per chance, you experience difficulties commenting on any of these pages, my eddress is available on youTube. Simply, enter "Paul Oliverio" in their search engine and expand the Presidential Pythagorean Theorem information column.


Blogger's Notes
To paraphrase DDM2–better known as Daniel DiMaria Jr–I wish everyone a Happy T-Day.
For reasons beyond the scope of this post, however, I am dedicating this Thanksgiving to the original Etta Seamster.
"Myld Curiosity" is the copyrighted property of the Lewis Carroll School of Logic.

Happy ThankSWAYing

Because they were moved by this height-challenged Godfather's reference to standing on the fifteen yard line of the Los Angeles Coliseum when the endzone was the staging area: I saw more of swaying shoulders than Rolling Stones, my ubiquitous buddies from PLAN 9 MUSIC concept sent me a Thanksgiving meal.



The first course is a high-calorie Rock & Roll dish cooked up by the Rolling Stones from their Sticky Fingers cuisine.

The second course is a delicious romantic ballad with mild Mexican flavoring. It is prepared by the unforgettable Italian crooner, Dean Martin.

MusiCulinary opposites, these two dishes do, however, share the same name: SWAY.


Bon Appetit