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My daughter Kate, bless her born-in-the-90s heart, is polytheistic. She acknowledges the existence of David Bowie and Eric Clapton, and she acknowledges that both are God. So when I started sketching Mr Clapton, I naturally thought of her, and I chose an acrostic I thought she’d like.

Here are the words:

Elect acoustic, they say ‘G
Enter unplugg’d ecstasy–O
Excellence in modal D’
Even-handed normal C

Riffs that Weep & Seep & Wail
Reggaed sheriff rockful Layla

It’s a slow hand yet with pep
Indicates a Badge is kept

Cream, Blind Faith & Domino
Calypsodic Wisdom’s sown

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Alas, as the gender-biased Bible has it, Man born of woman is born to trouble, as surely as the sparks fly upward. And humans are born with an acquisitive urge. See a penny, pick it up, and all the day you’ll have good luck. But a Birdie? We want to pick it up, to take it away from its harmony and minding-its-own-business life, to HAVE it, because we are predatory and foolish.

Here are the words to the acrostic:

Blimey ‘n’ sis boom Ah
It pays to be snatchy–tra la
Raddled, the Budgie’s o’erdrawn
Do let’s consider what’s SPAWN’D

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On the first of June I sat looking for the last time out the garage door of a place I and my girlfriend had lived for the better part of a year (she for the better part of two). I started this page there. I finished it just now, June 13th, 2013–so under my signature I effaced the “1” of “1 June 2013” so that it is now “June 2013.”

There is a poignance to moving away from a nice place. It is gently heartbreaking.

Here’s the words:

Wise folk: always packing, says the guru who says Om
Evangelics: benedictively will pray-to-go
Sometimes: matters clarify with change of P.O.V
Optimist: Excelsior! The Realist: we’ll see

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Here are the words to the triple acrostic:

Form a talc & mortar marvel; that’s your métier
Raise a fine calzone structure heedless of feng shui
Amortize a LOAN for each divinely feathered wing
Notify the press it’s fit for Smith or Jones or Singh
Kaftanesque design may suit a form & function best!
Kool-Aid’s never to be had at Taliesen West!

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Today I finished an abstract doodle with poetry and some coherent image. Here are the words:

Recurrence to motifs refer
Add frankincense and then de-myrrh
Note, Samson, how reliably
Delilah cranks your Model T
O sure as Hm is spell’d H
M Your actions will from that place stem

(Hm really is spell’d H-M, just like Sh is spelled S-H. This is an example of how, to make the acrostic fit AND rhyme, you have to go to the extreme of ending the line on the next line, which sounds impossible, but that’s what they said about the square root of negative one, about which, see one of my previous posts; sorry, its title escapes me.)

I am throwing in my Patrick Swayze portrait in remembrance of the late, great Roger Ebert, who years ago saw fit to bring it to the attention of his Twitter followers, bless him.

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In this day and age, “this day and age” may be an obsolete term. Things are shifting and blurring. Is it the Information Age? the WMD Age? the New Age? the Toast Age, thaks to global warming? Perhaps “these uncertain times” fits more.

On this day and page, I announce Project Paris, with my stated intention to be in Paris, France on my 60th birthday, which is 450 days from now, and (this is crucial, and the only real reason for Project Paris) in the company of my awe-inspiring Girlfriend, Denise. Paris is the gift I wish to give her.

Upcoming posts will put more flesh on the Project Paris bones. Meanwhile, here are the words to the triple acrostic:

Demonstrated decadence & scorn: Age Noriega
Dilettantes & fops & wastrels: it’s an Age of Sega
Draft The E-Shop Age & there’s no place for a Bodega

Ancient P I O N E E R S & MOVERS shook a willing leg
Artisans & kings & serfs all laid a feudal egg
Add a Renaissance or two & take us up a peg

Yarrowstalks’re meeting & conferring at The Hague
Yesteryear’s passé & yet Eternity is vague
YES to Fine/Tuned Here & Now & NO to Shock/Awe Plague

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Sometimes it’s all unclear because…It’s all unclear. Some things apparently resist clarity.

Here are the words to the acrostic:

Much of LIFE lacks clean design
Undue twitches make us whine
Rye bread vigor needn’t dwarf us
Kiteling, TRIP the LIGHT Amorphous

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Dylan has his Mighty Quinn, to which I riff: Come all at sea/Come all on land./You’ve not seen nothin’ like the Ampersand.

I just cannot get enough of this handy symbol. Six years ago, in the first year of my attempt at daily art-journaling, on the 8th of March, 2007, I did this:

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It is no coincidence that the Ampersand is placed close to where the pulse may be taken.

Here are the words, then and now:

Hope Not

Breathing is a part of Life
As are irritation,
Revelation, rest and strife,
Knowledge, information.

Tapestries of taste & sound
Have their place inside us,
Rigorousness may abound
In the world beside us.
Cauliflowered clouds may bloom
Energized unfolding doom.

Hope So

On the other hand
Here is a Mighty Pen

Noting ampersand
Onwarding again.

the mighty ampersand

antitheses unite
metastases to fight
pragmatic schemes alight
snarkiloquent if slight
delectables delight

 

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The Celadon family of ceramic glazes is often ideal for a vessel with carving on it. The glaze is intensified in the incised area.

I played with the idea of illustrating this with an animation cel, a scene from Much Ado About Nothing, and a portrait of Nia Vardalos, but that would have been both distracting and (in the worst sense of the word) precious.

Here are the words:

Clay & glaze can
CRAZE a clay man

Effervesced Chi
Ends old ennui

Lepidoptera
Lulling Opera