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as a matter of fax the fax machine is obsolete

as are landlines modems and landfills

the fax that factses are still used on the strete

is as ridiculous as handbills

but we need mo dems

and less (fewer) reprehensible repugs

and less (fewer) usses and more thems

less bullets from guns more flowerings on stems

more-er numerous features

fewer featureless bugs

more stoneless gems

no punches nor slugs

and we need kindness

less absent-of-minded willful blindness

axes that are grindless

and a banishment of notions of ugly mugs

and promotional love-potional eye-of-beholder

o p h t h a l m o l o g y

to put the Psyche in Psychology

to stamp Peace On Earth on the last page

of the obsolete non-digital

f o l d e r

..

p s less rage

2019 0911 imp act crater

Eighteen years ago today, airplanes were weaponized by terrorists in an attack on my country, and the course of our history veered. Living in that history has been to some extent a nightmare. And so the metaphor that occurred to me is a crater formed by the act of an imp, a minion of Evil Incarnate: Imp Act Crater.

I want to do a much more polished and wordsmithed version of the page above, so I pseudo-rubber-stamped it “DRAFT.” (I hope I will find, acquire or make a real DRAFT rubber stamp soon; I can use it!) Meanwhile there is this.

Imp Act Crater (DRAFT)

It’s stake time now for Joan of Arc
Moloch’s malarkey leaves a scar
Pandemics are a panacea
As coup d’etat meets death by fiat
Catastrophe by rock & flare
Takes precedence o’er thought & prayer

2019 0707 IT sComplicated

This complicated mess started out with a simple idea: let the poem and image demonstrate Complexity. It took about two hours to make. Along the journey issues of motif and loss of resolution due to smearing and overwriting came up. “Don’t worry,” Inner Voice assured, “It will all come out. And what doesn’t can be dismissed with yet another ‘It’s Complicated.'”

If you spent as much time looking at this thing as I spend making it, you will certainly see a determined-looking, perhaps nude young woman at left. you will probably see a cat. you may see two or three faces and/or necks and/or upper torsos. You will see the tip of a spear, and if you follow the spear shaft you will see someone wielding it and holding up a shield. But what I really hope you will see are two obvious rhythms and one subtler one. No matter how Complicated something is, a pattern may be discerned.

It’s Complicated

Invading realms marked Tricky Dick’s
Investment bankers Sic sic Sic
In f l i g h t s of impresario
Inventiveness sounds Gong & Om
Intending-harmers draw a map
Ingesting H A T R E D ‘ S plate of scrapple

Then R E A S O N faits her accompli
Threads denimmed Platinum très chic
Theatrics stemmed, the brouhaha
Thence T E A P O T S, D O M E S & apparat
The threnody will S W E L L then fade
Thus tying off a Celtic braid

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Here is a subject more serious than a heart attack–and I speak as one whose father died at 49 of a massive myocardial infarction. Since it is so serious I consulted with my exceedingly wise Girlfriend, Denise. The heart of the matter seems to be that trust does not pay for women nowadays, in a world with date-rape drugs and such atrocities as are described in THE VAGINA MONOLOGUES.

I’m a little ashamed that my effort here is so clumsy. Perhaps in a few years, with more mastery of form and worldly experience, I’ll revisit the subject. Meanwhile, this is the best I can do.

Words:

Dances with the devil bring a sorrow unsurpassed
And a smile is nothing more nor less than what it is
Maladjusted yearnings leave forensics teams aghast
Seeing HARM inflicted on a wife or niece or sister
Evil forcers vain and lustful go back clear to Zeus
Let us pray evolving souls bring no such thugs to roost

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Medieval to Modern & tin to iridium
Evolvement takes choices & acts to ignite
Perhaps Good & Evil are more than a construct
Have KA to personify Desiderata
In meeting the challenge of Climb-To-the-Top
Some hands may be gript in an Evil one’s clutch
The pilgrim might Shake become timid let go
or grab at a chance for the conquest of fear

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I hope to finish this well, and well before the end of the month. I have read MR’s Life Is Too Short, and I’ve just heard about a documentary about elder abuse that features the sad story of his latter life, Last Will and Embezzlement. I think I will need to see the documentary to properly inform the page, since I’m going to draw a current-as-possible him above the “Rooney” on the right.

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I may well just sign this page and be done with it, but that’s because the task of summing up Loretta Young’s bizarre life is so intimidating. Did you know, O Reader, that she had Clark Gable’s child? I didn’t till just this week, though I saw her descend a staircase several times when I was a little kid.

The post is called “Mephisto, Mickey, and Sweet Loretta” because it sounded peppy and it reminded me of Neil Young’s “Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and Me.” The “Sweet Loretta” part owes its existence to a line in “Get Back” by the Beatles. (And Loretta Young was sweet sometimes…)