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This is a poem and an image addressing that aspect of reality and/or literature some call “layering”– several things are going on simultaneously, and as your focus shifts your perception of reality changes though reality itself doesn’t. In the image a flashlight shines through a stencil of the number 10, superimposing all or part of the 10 on four aces. That is one way to Ten an Ace.

Calliope is one of the nine Muses. The Muses are goddesses of inspiration in Greek mythology, daughters of Zeus, ruler of the gods, and Mnemosyne, who personified Memory and from whom the word Mnemonic is derived. The other eight Muses are Clio, Thalia, Erato, Euterpe, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Urania, and Melpomene. If you’re a Terpsichorean you have probably correctly guessed that Terpsichore is the Muse of Dance. If you’ve ever ridden on a Calliope, and are unfamiliar with Greek mythology, you have probably incorrectly guessed that Calliope is the Muse of Music. Given another guess about who is the Muse of Music, you might go for Polyhymnia. But that’s also incorrect, or at best only a little bit correct.  According to Wikipedia, Calliope is the Muse of EPIC poetry and Polyhymnia is the Muse of SACRED poetry. So who is the Muse of Music? None of them or all of them. The word Music is derived from the greek μουσική, pronounced something like “moose-ee-keh” and translated as “art of the Muses.”

“The calliope crashed to the ground” is a line from “Blinded By the Light,” written by Bruce Springsteen and performed by Manfred Mann. Lots of layers in that song too. One line was quite controversial, but I’ll let Wikipedia tell it: “The most prominent change is in the chorus, where Springsteen’s ‘cut loose like a deuce’ is replaced with ‘revved up like a deuce.’This is commonly misheard as ‘wrapped up like a douche (the V sound in “revved” is almost unpronounced, and the S sound in ‘deuce’ comes across as ‘SH’ due to a significant lisp).’ Springsteen himself has joked about the controversy, claiming that it was not until Manfred Mann rewrote the song to be about a feminine hygiene product that it became popular.

I love it that no fewer than three of the Muses are designated for Poetry. (Erato is the Muse of LOVE and/or SEX poetry.)

So why Ten an Ace? The answer is derived from the punchline of a dirty joke (technically, though, it’s the answer to a dirty riddle. This post is joked with inconsistencies). The answer is Because We Can. And not just Canners can.

I could go on with this post forever but I’ve got to Layer to rest…[unjustified grin]

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I’m embarrassed, but not quite ashamed, to publish this one. It was done in haste and the drawing is crappy, but the idea is OK and the pun, though I say so myself, is elegant.

Here are the words:

Motivations vary. Some will give it tooth & claw
Even laying down a life for Flag & Ma & Pa
Money, bragging rights & buzz are ways of keeping power; breathe our last & always there’s a whiff of sweet & sour

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Here’s to Tim Curry then and sooner. His sheer talent and brass helped make THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW not merely a cult favorite, but part of the matrix of the Mainstream–an astonishing feat, given the homophobic culture it was created in.

Alas, the media reported that he’d had a major stroke last May. And Lou Reed, another out-there genius, has died. The passage of time is ever scarring, and scary.

This page came to be because last month I did a quickbunny page just to do a page, and the acrostic happened to be TIME WARP. I’d intended to publish it today, but could not find it. So, “Well, why not do a page on Tim Curry?” So I did. So THEN I found the TIME WARP page. And since my Canadian friend Michel Lamontagne had admired a post wherein I combined 2 and 3D, I repeat, with an old, baggy-wrapped self-portrait sketch of mine that is apropos because it’s sort of like the Picture of Dorian Gray now:

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Words to the first one:

Concupiscence compel’d the Dr. so
Unglaublich hijinx did seem apropos
Recumbent S Sarandon lets him ski
Rococo-outre suits him to a T
Yet he’s pre-served his equinimity

Words to the second:

Those who reap B4 they sow
If away but get Samoa
Milliseconds from afar
End unweaving-unpluck’d harp

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This page was twinly inspired by the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam and by my wish for a good night’s rest for my Girlfriend, Denise.

Words:

Come we to see the fall of Dusk benign
And on a slumbered Dream-repast we dine
Lash-fluttering & rest: a night’s success
Mementos that the sainted Martyrs bless.

Good night, my dearest Denise…

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This is a genuine 15 by 15 diagonally symmetrical crossword puzzle, constructed by my genuine self after two days of tribulation. It is now seven minutes to midnight, and I’m determined to publish today. If it is too hard to read, please let me know and I will transcribe post-publication.

Here’s a clean grid for solvers:

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Above is a playful riff-o-rama on the Probabilistic Quantum Multiverse, wherein for every way things CAN happen, they DO, and each possibility gets its own private universe. There is no one acrostic poem above, but here is one variation:

Grant this logorithmic soul
Righteous lack of wrongish troll. O
Isthmus straitens bric-a-brac
Deviathan devoids the rack.

I thought I’d coined a new word with Deviathan (quickdef: Deviant Leviathan), but I find to my dismay there are over 13,000 search results. [sad face]

Though this is playful, it is also a try at Art with a capital A. The illustration is a visual pun for Gridlock. It is a forbidding, Cartesian-coordinated box, and visual pun #2 is that all my subversive/versive thinking is done outside the box. Plus, the bottom row of boxes is a wordless, step-by-step lesson in how to draw a 15 by 15 grid freehand with nothing but paper and pencil. This is handy for crossword puzzle constructors who want to go Commando.

How? Why? Let me close both wordlessly and wordfully with this work in progress:

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As of this writing, I’ve been a front desk clerk working the Graveyard Shift, 11pm to 7am, for a bit over nine months. There’s a great upside: it’s quiet; my supervisor has no problem with me sketching, reading or writing to stay awake and alert; there’s about three and a half hours of work, emergencies excluded, to get done in an eight-hour shift; a chef-prepared meal is provided. There’s a downside as well, but let’s accentuate the positive.

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Here are the words to the double acrostic:

Nocturnality’s not pyrotechnic
If the a l c o h o l is isopropyl
Given processed dew on tension’s surface
Haste is wasted whist if you’re a slow peer
Take a moonlight shave & risk a neck nick

Flash explication:

Line 1: Being up all night might be boring…

Line 2: …if your fluid of choice is isopropyl alcohol and not booze alcohol.

Line 3: How is dew processed? Through evaporation or consumption. Watching dew evaporate is tiresome…

Line 4: The line riffs on “haste makes waste.”

Line 5: Don’t shave on shift under penalty of flaw.

Here is a work in progress. It is Stuck, has been for over a month, but it is a good Stuck. There’s a book by the brilliant physicist Freeman Dyson called Weapons and Hope, now dated in a way but still vital and worth reading, that spoke of Stuckness. He also wrote Disturbing the Universe, which rocks autobiographically.

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One hand Gives, the other Takes. What is Given is a blank check. It may represent indefinite wealth or unlimited potential. (To further digress, the awesome meteor-logical Stephanie Abrams, viewable in the wee hours, is often partnered with Al Roker. I wonder if she’s ever deconstructed the word POTENTIAL to POTENT-I-AL. She well could.)

A woman torques and cracks a bone in her foot. That Hurts. She then goes to an Urgent Care center and gets support-booted and caned in the nicest possible way. That Heals. (That’s based on the real event in the real life of my real girlfriend, who rocks every bit as much as does Freeman Dyson, inventor of the Dyson Sphere.)

This is catch-circling and confusing, so it perfectly fits what Cyndi Lauper sang, once upon a time after time:

Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new…

My thoughts have wanderlust. And wonderlove. I am unshaven, but even after I shave I’ll be a work in progress at least as long as I live.

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Here is yet another hand study, in tandem with a novelty acrostic for entertainment purposes only. Many of us “draw-ers” started out by drawing Hands; the only more fascinating anatomical subject matter for the beginning artist is Eyes. I’d estimate I’ve done at least a thousand Hand exercises in the last fifty years; and this time I did it to warm up for a far more important project, one that has taken several days and may yet take several more. Meanwhile, there’s this, and these words:

Hellacious flying out to…Montenegro
And balking Balkans ain’t enslaving…Slav
Nor is the color range from Taupe to…mauve
Didactic Dr Frankenstein with…Igor

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Choose your weapons with subtlety: live the life you were meant to live, seek the love you were meant to have, befriend with generosity and heartiness. Your weapons will then choose you.

Here are the words:

Of weaponry medicinal as legal marijuana
Remember barrels gun & pen stick out like Yucatán
Deliver us from pistol-packers radical & chic
Newer warfare-wagers use a Kindness-based technique