Me: Am I gonna hurt tomorrow?
Dr. Ahn: YES.
It is now Tomorrow. Ow.
Tooth B Gone
The dentist like the KGB
Omits to give an H•U•G
Observe as in your mouth he go
To exfiltrate to parts unknown
He has extracted faulty bone
This was all done under the influence of a severe toothache, but I am happy to say the work was engaging enough to distract away the pain for awhile. Now that the work is done the ache is back in full force; but I earned this toothache, and I own it. –The heck with THAT phony-baloney posturing–I’m going for the Oil of Cloves pronto! 🙂
family & vortex
famine & color TV
anthem & o sole mio
migraines & 4 on the floor
insight & clever retort
lattice & tree felled by axe
yelling & time to relax
Note: I have a dentist’s appointment for 11:30 this morning. Please wish me luck!
Six years ago today this blog was created. I had a Sweetheart but not a job. I lived in an amazing place, with a climate and scenery much different from where I now reside. And I had been posting my creative efforts on eons.com, a site that is now defunct.
This post is called “adversarial anniversary” because this blog is particularly challenging on milestone dates. What can I show or say that I haven’t said or shown already, and perhaps better, in one or more of my 1,219 previous posts?
My answer is this page, which reveals the unfolding of things, and acrosticizes the challenge with these words:
animus begone via arcana
deliverance arrives, saves bacon
veracity is on a train to Macon
endorphins jazz and dissipate ennui
reconnaissance and chicken say Kiev
Susquehanna sustains sequence
animals wander two and four
rigidity rigorizes mortis
it is as odd as dancing paramecia
ad libitum drives endeavor
licensure makes lively
At the bottom right of the page is most of a quotation from Dan Jenkins, the author of Semi-Tough and Life Its Ownself. I left out the last part because I don’t know if it is true, but here is the quotation, used by some Southerners in a toast with bourbon whiskey, entire:
“We come into the world naked and bare. We go through the world with trouble and care. We depart from this world to we know not where. But if we’re thoroughbreds here, we’ll be thoroughbreds there.”
In my illustration I have a winding path that starts with a baby and ALMOST ends with a question mark. But there is more path beyond. May it always be so.
Some public place in the murky-memoried past I was looking at some small plastic animals and did a quick sketch of one of them. Today I picked up where I left off, and eventually unicornized the creature, and wrote the acrostic to be just as weird as the equine beast that stood on it.
About “ecch”: the word, an interjection of disgust implying nausea, was popularized by MAD Magazine, my childhood-favorite source of humor, in the 60s and early 70s. The word was appropriated by Stan Lee in his dismissive reference to competing comic books when he was running Marvel Comics back in the day. At the time the term “Brand X” was used generically to deride schlock merchandise. Stan called comic publications who were trying unsuccessfully to mimic Marvel Comics “Brand Ecch.” And in a true Worm-of-Ouroboros later move, Stan launched a new satire comic called “Not Brand Ecch” whose satirical style was modeled on…MAD Magazine. There was even a mascottish guy called Irving Forbush à la Alfred E. Neuman.
Perhaps this is too much information, but now you know the genesis of “Ecch Wean,” which puns Equine.
Ecch Wean
Even magic zebras know
Curiosity’s a foe
Creatures Gestate till they’re Born–
A Human craves a Unicorn.
Today I did my usual Tuesday visit to my mother, giving her main caregiver Misty a chance to get away for a break. While Mom was watching TV I did most of the finishing of this page.
Plat/Form
Political views or the deck of a skiff
Loose plywood on scaffolds or licks and a riff–O
Avatars graphic O interface purr
The perch of a Lifeguard the soil for a worm
Do not remember drawing this. Treated it as a storytelling exercise: How best to account for the expression on the woman’s face, and the placement of her left hand? Intuition told me she is being called upon to do something she doesn’t want to do. Perhaps sign something. There is a great deal of human misery that began with the signing of a document.
Sign Here
So are we rash
If in our cache
Goes neither War
Nor Nevermore
Excelsior!!! & RIP
to SMILEY, a.k.a. Stan Lee
Note: Excelsior is Latin for Upward.
Window Dressy
Wardrobes overflow & sow an amber sunset blurred
Indigo gradations incarnatively occur
Nether Winter Nationals paint frosted lips demure
Desalinization tips the tide in browns & grays
OWNERSHIP of bad behavior fills the rogues & strays
Widdershins through narrow corridors may save the day
I am a fan of the woman who was famous for saying “I want to be alone.” She was alive, she was strangely lovely, and she did it her way every bit as much as Frank Sinatra ever did.
Greta Garbo
Grand Hotel had a capital G
RUSSIA begat Ninotchka
Exit the doomed Mlle Gautier
Then exit the self-eclipsed orb
All PRAISE one magnificent solo
Light intrigues, dazzles, guides, bathes. This acrostic says that it may also be mischievous. And there is a sub-acrostic, Flash Light, that is poetically a cousin to Flash Fiction: hit-and-run, quick taste, seeyalater.
Lumen Naughty
Let unsophistication reign
Uncultured juvenilia
Metastasizes slim and smug
Evangelism’s High and Nigh
Now Tyrus has become a Ty
Trivia: Baseball Hall of Famer Ty Cobb’s first name was Tyrus. Ty Cobb was in a way the Pete Rose of his generation.
Flash Light
Fossssil
Lanai
Augmenting
Shibboleth
Hatchet
When I ran across this old drawing with the acrostic “Craz I Ness” my immediate thought was “Needs more Crazy. A LOT more.” So i crzied it up, including having the last two lines cross paths.
Craz I Ness
Cacophonic wail and moan
Rigid blinkless smile of bone
Aerie’s music’s background strains
Zealotries leave marks and stains
One with Clay, Image and Text 