CXXXVII
Prometheus, Diogenes and Emma Lazarus walk into a bar…
Emma Lazarus, Emma Goldman and Emmett Kelly walk into a spot of light…
There would be the form and the relation among forms
But why are these separate?
Are these separate, or do the scissions of our language pull us from reality, cleave us in two as the Mahdi’s man clove the Gordonian neck, leaving the West to wander about, a great and once-powerful chicken, headless, but nonetheless home at last, if not precisely free.
“When you’re paranoid, you’re never alone,” says Alan at the café.
The day before April 1 is always jesterday
Strayed are the gates
Vamos a conectar los puntos
E.U.; pronounced eew!
The Freemason Bone’s connected to the
Rosicrucian Bone;
The International Jewish Banking Bone’s connected to the
Templar Bone;
The Illuminati Bone’s connected to the
Charcoal Burner Bone
The Vatican Bone’s connected to the
Skull and Cross Bones
Oh dem bones, dem dry bones…
Dem bones is gonna walk around,
(Ain’ that right ‘Zeke?)
Now hear de word ob de Lord…
Hey, Gabey! Gabey, look!
(consulting his guidebook with reverence and excitement)
Gabey, it says here “There are 20,000 streets in New York, not counting MacDougal Alley the heart of Green-Witch Village, a charming thoroughfare filled with…”
Dry bones in that valley got up and took a little walk,
The deaf could hear, and the dumb could talk
The people ride in a hole in the ground
New York, New York
NYT front page, center; three-column-wide photo of a dozen or so young women sitting and-or sprawled before the camera in what appears to be a living room, with huge Greek lettering on the wall behind them. Headline: “When a Feminist Pledges a Sorority.”
Beneath which, this explanatory(?) sentence: “College women are embracing – and rethinking – the Greek life experience…”
What relation do media tropes like “war-ravaged Syria,” or “lawless Somalia,” have to “Ox-eyed Hera,” or “Wine-dark Sea?”
I was a Sceptical Chymist for the FBI
“To do something between the thighs” (diamērizein), was the term used by the ancient Greeks for intercrural, i.e. non-penetrative sex, practiced widely and-or wildly in many places and times, and known more recently as: Princeton First-Year, the Oxford Rub, Oxford-Style, or the Ivy-League Rub, le frot (perhaps even Frosh Frot) – all euphs for the idealized “Platonic” union of man and eromenos.
Ideal is one “l” of an idea
What is the relation between (perceiving and-or thinking in) patterns as distinct from lines?
How is their relation known and governed?
Harold and the Purple Crayon
Life of the infant Apeles
The Cat in the Hat
Chaos and freedom
As distinct from “The Man in the Hat” (one of three men “captured” in a surveillance video wheeling luggage carts on their way to do evil things in Brussels airport). Now captured in corpus, he’s confessed himself a villain. [Q.v. “Mohamed Abrini Admits to being ‘man in the hat,’” or words to that effect in myriad mediums]
Bomb, suicide or otherwise: extreme outward force of waves bearing material that disrupts one pattern, and sets another in motion
Extreme is extreme is extreme
Classic corpse
The crush of the now
AA: Absurd Affectations
Lord & trailer
Nature doesn’t expend energy unless her back is to the wall
And her back is always to the wall
And to think, some us have never been
to bikini atoll
Life
Look
And Time
Warn her
“Pope Francis is scheduled to visit the Greek island of Lesbos… in a trip aimed at highlighting the plight of migrants…” [Liz Alderman, “Macedonian Police Use Tear Gas to Stop Migrants at Border With Greece,” New York Times, 4/11/16. A8:1]
Will he take the measure of the situation with a leaden Lesbian ruler?
By bell, book, hook, crook and dirty look, we’ll get the world to come right somehow!
OLM: one less monkey
A cabinet of furiosities
Orlando fabuloso
Eight times 12 are 96.
My Wandering thoughts I cannot fix.
[Marmaduke Multiply’s Merry Method of Making Minor Mathematicians. London: John Harris, 1816-1817]
Six times 8 are 48. Dear Aunt! your dress is out of date.
So thicke helmes, curets, ashen darts and round shields, never ending,
Flow’d from the navies hollow wombe: their splendors gave heavens eye,
His beames againe; Earth laught to see, her face so like the skie.
[George Chapman, trans. The Iliads of Homer Prince of Poets. London: Nathaniell Butter, 1611]
What does the structure of autonomy look like?
I was an External Pernicious Influence for the FBI
Narrative tends toward the Aha!
Those trade deals are a nafty business
Depletion repletion dispersion concretion
I, like, toadally agree…
Calcifornia
Yogi, what is Virtue?
Well, Boo Boo, that is a very inter-resting question…
When the going gets tough
Some folks get throwing
Other folks under the bus
To stay autonomous, stay anonymous
The tiny, exquisite-featured young woman of light mahogany skin embracing a pole on the crowded Brooklyn-bound 2 train is reading, with deep concentration, a thick comic book. She turns a page and you glimpse the title: The Sons of Shiva. A small Zara shopping bag dangles from her arm.
The middle-aged fellow in a trench coat, rhythmically moving his prognathous jaw as he reads The Wall Street Journal gets off the train at Wall Street.
O chicken, tell us of your eggsploits!
If the pudding don’t jell, we’ll have to go to Flan B…
A man
A flan
Manhatítlan
If you want to be afraid, the world will give you plenty of things to be fearful of
If you find yourself in a panic, you can sometimes talk yourself out of a tree.
But it generally takes less energy to let the tree do the talking.
Trust your gong fu
Glad we’re finally on the same wavebrea(d)th
Blackish History Month
And the tulips are open wide
