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As I indicate by my signature, I am an admiring fan of Theodor Geisel, known to the world as Dr. Seuss. FOX IN SOCKS charmed my own socks off me, and one of my fondest memories is reading it aloud to my toddler daughter.

Here are the words to the acrostic:

Let’s start with a task that will not anger bees
Leaves zinnias unfettered and gracing the trees
Out where it’s assumed that a favoring breeze
Obscures a disaster with greatest of ease
One way to get smash hits as featured in Hulu
Opine that the seaside has snagged you a lulu
See–he’ll never cease to amaze all us toddlers
Serves up Feats of antics for Mollies & Coddlers
Escape to his Casa–it’s Perfect for Dawdlers

…and please do visit http://www.seussville.com, where the Good Doctor lives on!

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The words to the double acrostic:

H A V E   A   L O C H ,   E L L I S . . . a monkey named Beppo
Engaged to be merry is F U N if not hep
Lo, tide; hie, poor thermic: Mick hails, re king/Brut
In dust (re: us) Lee seeks a nap — O Lee — Frutti
Can apple us canopied not — or with stadium
An endlessness bodes well des mondes & Dez Tutu
Lest rad (y yo) active . . . . . . unmade of vanadium

Above the acrostic is a drawing of Air Force Two, and above that is the tagline “Featuring AIR FORCE TWO as Candy,” and above that is the double-barreled title ENTITLEMENT, or, Your Guest Is as Good as Mined.

I posted the image in Facebook, and it was met with bafflement, exemplified by my beloved girlfriend’s comment, “??? Well, you done flew that copter right over this poor gal’s head.” I HAD pointed out that, as it was St. Patrick’s Day, I was honoring the occasion by presenting a green-tinted page that was full of Blarney; but that there was a subtext of fiscal conservatism.

The acrostic is loaded with puns. I’ll give you the first one: “Have a loch, Ellis” is a riff on Havelock Ellis, a pioneer in the study of atypical sexuality.

Also, here is my Facebook response to Denise: “Let’s get in the chopper and have a fun ride, Darling. The message is hidden in plane sight: our Founding Fathers did fine with no need for Air Force One, let alone Two. PS: LBJ had a bowling alley installed in the White House basement. PPS: Congresscritters keep voting themselves Louis XVI perks. Sackcloth & Ash em, says I! [smiley face]”

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Here are the impossible-to-read-on-the-page words:

Misanthropes are often human–denizens of desks
Others dole out peskiness w/gusto & w/pesk
Sucking vampires if they’re let as deft as Pistol Pete
Quizno-quick & Hoover strong till abdomen’s replete
Unto puddles under trees they hatch, they drink, YOU smart
ICK! to you is YUM! to them–some hot soup à la carte
Tender flesh is Heaven-sent, Maurice Chevalier
Offering A Positive will make a buzzter’s day

Notes: Ironically, I think to call mosquitoes misanthropes is anthropomorphizing. They’re just hungry, which makes them pesky. And is there such a thing as Pesk? Sure, but surprisingly, the word derives not from bugs, but fish.

I’ve wondered sometimes what a mosquito becomes if it sucks blood from a vampire. I’m tickled to express the possibility poetically.

The late Pistol Pete Maravich was a superbly talented but injury-prone professional basketball player. He liked to put some razzle-dazzle into his ball handling and shooting. Tragically, he died at a mere 40 during a pickup game, unaware that he had a congenital heart defect. Don’t ignore symptoms, friends!!

Quiznos is a place that makes sandwiches, fast. Hoovers are vacuum cleaners that suck strongly when new.

Maurice Chevalier was an entertainer and actor. One of the songs he made famous was “Thank Heaven for Little Girls.” Hugh Hefner, founder of Playboy Magazine, sang that song once, on Saturday Night Live, long ago.

A Positive is a very common blood type, which happens to be my own. And Buzzter is my own corruption of the word Buster.

Questions and comments are most welcome!

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Here are the words to the acrostic:

It is wondrous, isn’t it
A soul to keep around & with
Now when the birds tuwit tuwoo
Don’t doubt that they mean You & YOU

No veiled references, no allegory, no twisty wordplay–this is no less nor more than a celebration and remembrance of young love.

I entered one of my latest birds in a juried art show. The poor guy was rejected, and thus we are both dejected. But the elating thing about having a blog is that you are your own juror, and everything you do is juried in. So welcome to my latest one-man, one-bird show!

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Here are the words to the double acrostic:

Glossolalic shade of mauve–O
Eucharistic Mazel Tov
Such are notions to ignore
They’re not what you’re yearning for
Unitard’s your passe-partout
Releve your deja vu
As you bow the hall will cheer
Levitation’s spoken here

The first two lines do not make a heck of a lot of sense, but then the third line implicitly tells you that doesn’t matter. There would not ever be any such thing as a “glossolalic shade of mauve” unless the hearer/viewer had synesthesia. Analogously, the Catholic Eucharist and the Jewish Mazel Tov might be joined in an odd hybrid.

I wanted to work in Labanotation, the recording of dance movements on paper, but the meter wouldn’t allow for it; Levitation fit nicely, though.

It’s all about the celebration of the human form in four dimensions, the flow of a body through space with lyricism. I am graceless and no dancer myself, despite at least half a dozen dance lessons and hours on dance floors. But I’ve had a studio art education with several life drawing classes, and I’ve owned the classic DYNAMIC FIGURE DRAWING by Tarzan strip artist Burne Hogarth, so I can vicariously enjoy what you luckier folks can do directly.

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The subject that is the specialest subject of all is my daughter. She is engaged to be married to a fine young man with intelligence and wit to match her own. I wish them the best kind of success, which is not Money nor Fame but Enduring Happiness.

Kate is no stranger to my journal pages. Here is one from a few years ago:

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And here is the one I did on the occasion of her 20th birthday:

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I have thousands of cherished memories of her, from the day she was born to last Friday when I visited her in Phoenix and took her and Denise to Mongolian BBQ. She was a delightful baby, an amazing toddler (she applied for and received a library card less than four months after her third birthday, having signed her name twice in order to do so), a lively little girl–ah, I could name dozens of her incarnations, but the important thing is, she has become more herself every day, and need not dwell in the past the way her mawkish father does. Kate, you are You, and the best Daughter imaginable. I love you and I salute you. I celebrate my One Hundredth Blog Post with the specialest subject of all. Thanks for indulging me by kindly permitting me to do so!

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On this page are four double acrostics:

Circle

Concentric
Illuminati
Rotator
Revolver
Cryogenic
Lyrical
Eye

Square

Solly takes
Quirky tranq
Usually you
Affect aphasia
Rigid rigueur
Eventual cure

Oval

O-ring O Levy-O
Victory V
Aspartame/Stevia
Losing a peel

Bear

Ball o’ fur–a lustrous cub
Rally hope: some honey’d grub’ll
Osculate a bearcub’s mecca
With approv’d Interior Sec
No City Hall ought order Peck

Notes

For the Circle acrostic I was looking for self-containment, so I picked individual words: they’d be ending the way they began, which always seemed neat to me.

Having some success with Circle, I decided to double down with Square; I used two-word lines. This yielded limited opportunity for rhyme, but I managed to wrestle a semblence of a final couplet out of it.

With Oval, I looked at the two O-bookended first line and for some reason remembered a game I’d never played, but only read about. The game is Ringolevio, which originated in New York City and, as far as I can tell, is strictly a “back East” game. In Arizona, where I grew up, we had games like Tag and Freeze Tag and Capture the Flag and Red Rover and Tackletown (also known as Pom Pom Pullaway) which incorporate some of the Ringolevio concepts–but I digress. The line would be served best, I thought, if it gene-spliced an O-Ring into Ringolevio. And what fun to have Levy take part…the rest of Oval was similarly whimsical.

And whimsicality was a good lead-in to Bear, which is the only member of the quartet to not be a geometric shape. To show how the rigidity had left the rails I made the double acrostic two types of bear rather than “Bear/Bear.” But it’s not all whimsy: the United States of America once had a sellout for a Secretary of the Interior. His name was James Watt, and his game was pandering to Big Oil and other land-exploitative corpsters. So the last two lines are a twisty call for a proper pecking order that puts Nature first.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow will be my 100th blog post in 100 days. Special edition!

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Words, words, words:

The vagaries of language take a hand in giving flow
Here: some might point out Shiloh’s proven neither shi nor loh
Edition alley: pretty Grecian letters in a rho
Here: H, & it’s r e s e r v e d–it’s north of I & south of G
And other language comes in handy also, Boga ti
LORENZO was to Renaissance as Stephen is to Liv
Forefatherhood’s a metaphor to sever or to sieve
Or, more directly, strength of arms is found in FORTINBRAS
Felafel’s awful waffle-doffin’ dolphins off. The shwa
Is insignificant, yet VITAL; dealing with Old Scratch
It well behooves a farrier to bring along a batch
The senselessness of fate is vast. If words would serve to match it
The trick’s to make this mystery and then to not unlatch it

Out of respect for the last line, there will be no notes associated with this page. However, I will do my best to answer queries fully and honestly.

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Close to fifty years ago, Paul Simon rewrote the Sermon on the Mount with his song “Blessed,” which begins:

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit
Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on
O Lord, Why have you forsaken me?

And yesterday, at more than twice Paul Simon’s then-age, I found myself also musing about that Sermon, and the huge proportion of Earth-walkers who are some combination of disenfranchised, exploited, homeless, mistreated, but above all ignored. I don’t envy world leaders the challenge of making a world-culture that promotes individual dignity and appreciation. I have almost no notions of what to do, or even try to do, about the lot of these poor souls. I do know it is vital not to pretend that they don’t exist.

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Here are the words:

There oft exist exotic Guilds developing Arcana
How eagerly practitioners divine a certain pattern
Regarding abject wonderers who hanker to be long
Euclid took Geometry to levels transcendental
Ensuring the 3-cornered shape would be its cornerstone

I don’t have much to say about this one, except that it is easy and fun for everyone to draw overlapping triangles and then color in a la checkerboard to get alternating light and dark. I put a little extra zing into this one by making a light gray via rubbing the entire upper surface of the paper with my big fleshy thumb/palm pad, then erasing out a couple of background white triangles. Drawing with an eraser is really satisfying!