There’s a sort of warning in the background of this image, a sampleresque homily which has been, to my knowledge, as yet unwritten. It says “Ambiguity S O C K S.” it is sort of self-demonstrating.

I got ambitious, and my have overreached my ability –I KNOW the viewer needs all the help she or he can get, yet there’s a lot of chaos here. The double acrostic poem, “Kitchens Sync,” gives another clue as to why. A lot is thrown in.

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kitchens sync

kundalini yoga sends
intimation to yr friends
take a ride on grammerly
challenge all yr fammerly
help a sea or gutter urchin
end a quest 4 what yr surchin
need of job r wife r clinic
seeds yr future megacynic

When Kitchens Sync, i.e. become synchronous or achieve synchronicity, the phrase “everything but the kitchen sink” expands to become “everything INCLUDING the sinks of more than one kitchen.” I hope and trust that some enjoyment of this poem/image may be derived by looking for patterns. One example that may be missed if I don’t mention it is that the poem has one instance of the shorthand word “yr” (for “your”) in every other line of the poem. That wasn’t done gratuitously. It’s intended to reinforce the connection between the reader and the poem’s arc.  Whether it works or not is a matter of opinion–YOUR opinion.

The center figure seemed to me to look a bit like the late Hunter S. Thompson. Thompson once ran for public office, and used a symbol of his own design for the political party he was trying to get off the ground, of a two-thumbed hand gripping a peyote button. My guy doesn’t have two thumbs on his hand, but including the thumb there are six fingers. I think I owe the whimsy of that to Marc Chagall, who once gave one of his figures a seven-fingered hand. After I post this page I’ll see if Chagall had any other reason for doing that other than the sheer anarchic joy of it. If not, that was plenty–doing a little time in the Anarchic Circle is good for an artist’s refreshment. 🙂

Scale–weighing device, or pay grade, or skin recrudescence…or Order of Magnitude. Just imagine: You and your love partner(s) could each be any size you want…or any PART of you thereof might be…as Virtual Reality improves, you won’t have to imagine any more!

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Here is the bottom part of the page from last post, vignetted for dramatic effect.

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And here is a prose-poem of the acrostic:

out of locus focus

Oh, let’s all say No, and if Unsightly ovoid–U.F.O.–To then select a vacant C of déjà vu and aperçu, for sakes of Christ and Dr. Seuss.

Last, here is how the page entire looks.

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Just so we’re all on the same page, #130 and #131 ARE on the same page. So the lower left discloses some of what will be on #131. And the reproduction is a photo, not a scan, and it’s not of very good resolution, so there will be some attempt via text to clarify what is visually impaired. Ironically, the two acrostics for these two segments are “Out of Focus Locus” and “Out of Locus Focus.”

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Top left shows a woman, presumably our Narrator, dancing on a somewhat-guitar-pick-shaped platform. She is saying “Seams are things, wot? I knot.” (Sneak preview: in #131 she says, “Things are not what I seam.”)

Out of Focus Locus

O, to Mollify a fearful soul
Ousting all of Monsterdom our goal

Unto us: outré imbroglio
Understood: We “conquered” polio

Thus with COVID-19 esoteric
Thanatopsis cannot wax generic
O, a Brave New Conquest–what say U
For its Health & Safety Voulez-Vous

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The next segment will include an image of the entire page.