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Windows shatter; Oxfords scuff
Ill winds blow & candles snuff–O
SYNC is spelled S – Y – N – C
EFF O L. De’ MEDICI

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Foci are more than one Focus. Can they be wise? I was intrigued by the notion that they could, and then all of this spilled out.

Lorenzo De’ Medici, called Il Magnifico, was a wealthy art patron who sponsored both Leonardo and Michelangelo. I think he did more good than harm. I Eff him chiefly to achieve the near-synchronicity of S – Y – N – C and F – O – L – D. No one in the Universe has ever achieved this, exactly. If I hadn’t done over a thousand acrostics in preparation, I wouldn’t have been able to do it either.

My Girlfriend’s miles and miles away, and will be for at least a day, and that is why my woe I trace–Self-Portrait With A Grumpy Face.

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Circuitry

Concatenated circumstance au fait
Is rarely/never surfeit–Chas. Boyer
Refinedly informed his mate: No Way

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Historical note: Richard Feynman was not only a fine bongo-drums and frigideira player, and a first-rate Nobel-Prize-winning physicist, but he was also a creditable artist. He signed his artwork “Ofey,” a phoneticization of “au fait,” which is French for “It is done.”

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For a long time a friend of mine was following “A Course In Miracles.” Their definition of Miracle: “A change in perception.”

The pH of seawater happens to be identical to that of human blood. Coincidence?

I do not consider myself a Christian but I am a big fan of some of the things Jesus was said to have said and done; and on occasion I have cheerfully invoked the thanksgiving prayer “Rub a dub dub–thanks for the grub–Yaaaaaaaay, JESUS!”

I am also a big fan of s. harris and his many intelligent and yet belly-laugh-demanding cartoons. Check him out sometime, if you haven’t–he’s Miraculous!

Here are the words to the double-letter-adjacent quadruple quadrimetric acrostic:

Twixt pad of toad & eye of newt
Raw Magic warps the eye & ear
Eternal Music plucks the lute
Aeolian susurrant sea
Dry eyes may mist from things half heard where Miracles are not absurd

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Up all night, wanted to post before going to bed, looked in vain for “Molybdenum Demon” from the archives but found this instead. Artificionados will recognize the nod to Marcel Duchamp and his “Nude Descending a Staircase.” I so wish Duchamp were alive and a next door neighbor of mine; but I wish a lot of stuff outside the Real.

Here are the words to “Dude Descending a Dateslope,” a bastardized acrostic that reads “Descent of you” on the left and “TWO Double Aught Eight” on the right:

Daily tasks and needs are met
Enter Free Time and you get
Satisfaction–see below
Cheer the Devil that we know
Even whispers have an echo
Nestled like a resting gecko
Tempting voices thus turn Double
Out the razor–off the stubble
Face, SMOOTH face, avails you Aught
Years of unsmooth times have taught
Out the door by ten till Eight
Undeterred, you’re tempting fate

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This weekend Denise and I have the pleasure of the company of Denise’s twin grandchildren. They are known colloquially as Sissy and Bubba, and they are capital-A Adorable. My drawing of them does not do them justice.

Here are the words to the double acrostic, which is a ‘strict’ acrostic, meaning the characters strings comprising each line are all of the same length.

Serene yet giggly Girl with Brother like a tiger cub
It is a duo with much to do & Mischief’s on the menu
Some days have grrs & lunacy some days a toe’ll stub
Some days are movied/Park&Recked & go without a flub
Yet Love is ALWAYS there in Twinness-Shared Continua

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A couple of days ago a dynamic duo named Beth & Paul sold me an oak desk/hutch they’d advertised on Craigslist. The hutch is eminently drawable but needs company; thus this page was born. It is a sometimes thinly, sometimes thickly disguised celebration of puns and other word-association sorties, sorta. (Like those last two words.) (Like those last two words?)

Here is the quadruple-acrostic transcription:

Some friendly Flicka ate her oats & whinnied, meaning Pooh
The queen of Egypt slaked her thirst & Brutus he et tu
Avoirdupois was pounded out & tried & found in want
Recovery’s de-livery’s a frisked & bucking bronc
So roar at ease Sorority: shellac & conquer conch

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The Fan is the fan in my study. Taz is the Tasmanian Devil, with which I’ve taken a couple of liberties, but nowhere near as much as the Looney Tunes folks took, bless them. The Sum is a summation, derived from withered memories of first-semester calculus class of more than half my life ago. It all makes weird sense if you think of the fan as a disseminator of etheric force, Taz as apocalyptic primality, and the Sum as the glide-path approach to an unreachable asymptotic discontinuity.

Here are the words:

Filaments become the warp & weft from eldritch looms
Analogued anomalies evolve as strange as Mu
Numinosity precurses curse: the ZAP of Doom

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Here is a real Old-School Acrostic for My Kind of Gal:

D is for Delight–it’s what you swim in
E of course is Elegance–très chic
N: you are the Niftiest of women
I is your Identity unique
S is for your Sweetness: you enrapture
E is for your Eloquence divine

–That’s D E N I S E whom mere words cannot capture;
Would that you, O Birthday Girl, were mine!

Love,
Gary