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2019 1004 freeze tao

Previous Inktober pages of mine have involved a List approach: I thought of different ways to “solve” the prompt, i.e. different Rings, Mindlessnesses, and Bait. The Bait page had more coherence because the image sort of tied them together metaphorically.

This time I wanted one image to focus on. The prompt is Freeze. What would suit, and really demonstrate Freezing, and tell a story…Then an awful pun occurred to me. Instead of “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow,” FREEZE a Jolly Good Fellow. And who is the jolliest of the Jolly Good Fellows? Santa Claus, that’s who. And who would be evil enough to freeze Jolly Saint Nick? That quintessential Cartoon Bad Guy, SNIDELY WHIPLASH, wannabe nemesis of Dudley Do-Right of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. (I hope the owners of the cartoon regard this page as hommage and not copyright infringement!)

How am I going to get Santa out of this terrible fix, AND produce a coherent Quadruple Acrostic with a consistent rhyme and meter? Well, Santa is Magic. And he travels the world, so he’s worldly. So Zen and the Tao to the rescue–what cynical critics of “Deus ex Machina” solutions to science-fiction cliffhangers once called a “pocket frammistan.” SOMEHOW Santa finds a way, and indeed, the Tao is The Way. (Another bad pun. Someday I’ll get jail time.)

FREEZE a Jolly Gooood Fellow

Frost Bites! and Santa’s got a tricky Standoff
Rock-hard, Jinxed, rigor-mortissed, stone as Shale
Elves cannot help, nor lotion, nor felafel
EXISTlessness would make Miz Santa wail
Zen-tangled, he’ll evoke a thawing Tao
Ew, Snidely–dastardly’s no cat’s meow

2019 1003 bait

Bait is everywhere: headlines, food, mousetraps, speeches. I am glad it showed up as an Inktober prompt. Four types of Bait showed up almost instantly.

Live Bait

Lefty worked for the KGB
Instant reel-in out at Sea
Vuitton purse is SO chi-chi
Eat that Junk. Bon appetit!

2019 1001 ring

For 2019 Inktober 1st, the prompt is “Ring.” Ringing a few changes on Ring proved downright easy. There’s a ring-toss ring encircling a Coke bottle, the Olympic rings, Saturn and its rings, a ringing telephone, a bathtub ring, ring around the collar, ringing in the ears, an athlete on the stationary rings, and a diamond ring. Plus a mutt with a ring around one of his eyes. Plus a hard-to-see Moondog in the upper left-hand corner.

RING ring RING

Rotary tremor
Irenic tintinnabuli
Nascent pattern
Garlanding sprig

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Some men who are either insecure or haven’t got much of a life obsess and fiddle with their looks and their grooming. But in extreme cases, their grooming obsesses right back. Such is the case with my moustache. It has declared its wish to die by my hand.

I have not shaved it off yet. Time will tell.

suicidal mustache

some facial hair portends a doom

u never learn until u groom. u

inch the scissors toward the mess

could be a trim would suit it best.

it SPEAKS. “why, you condensate flea

don’t TRIM me–SHAVE me. A B C

And DO ME IN.” that plaintive screech

leaves Mary weeping in her niche.

 

I was an Art Major in the mid-70s. Then I was graduated with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree from the University of Arizona. Then I became an Engineering student, in a special program for non-tech undergrads. It was fun at first, and I got all Bs in my three semesters of Calculus, and an odd A here and there, but my horrible study habits caught up with me and the fall semester of 1977 saw me taking Incompletes and Withdrawals from my classes. I wrote a letter to Dear Abby, an internationally-acclaimed advice columnist, about my misery, signing myself “Round Peg in a Chi-Square Hole.” I doubt if she got the Prob&Stat reference; she may not even have gotten the letter, since she never answered it publicly or privately, though I think I included a self-addressed stamped envelope.

Then I went rogue, sort of. I entered a drawing I made on an Etch-A-Sketch and signed “Johnny Incredible” in the 1977 U of A Winter Show of Student Art. (My Etch-A-Sketch tied for third place among more than 80 entries.) And for the Spring 1978 semester I took advantage of a loophole in matriculation to take, not engineering classes, but Poetry, Special Problems in Drawing, and Lithography. Somewhere in there I got a letter from then-Dean Robert Svob telling me that Professor Ferrell (Russ Ferrell, smart, great guy, taught ergonomics, published in the IEEE Transactions with his “Models of Man-Computer Interaction”) had expressed concern about me. I answered cryptically and included a five-minute line drawing of a plump man falling off a tightrope at the circus.

Long story short: Got A in Poetry, A in Lithography, and B in SpecProbDrwg. Decided to take a semester off from the stress of the U of A. That “semester off” is now 41 years, 5 months, 13 days, and counting.

Today’s images are an atypical diptych. The title might be “Art and Engineering.”

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Well over 50 years ago science fiction grandmaster Alfred Bester invented the earworm in his novel THE DEMOLISHED MAN. The quotation I’ve calligraphed in one such. In a society of telepathy, this odd and resonant ditty was intended to baffle mind-probers who wanted secrets.

Bester’s jingle is well stuck in my head. Often when I am walking it pops up and matches the rhythm of my steps. When I am tired it helps–kind of pulls me along.

Nowadays, though, “tension, apprehension, and dissension have begun” takes on a more ominous, even apocalyptic, imbuement. These are interesting times indeed.

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Many years ago Kimon Nicolaïdes, an art instructor, produced an immensely popular book, The Natural Way to Draw. The book is full of wisdom, including a schedule of drawing exercises, a boatload of drawing examples from raw beginner to accomplished master, and the two words of advice that have yielded for me almost fifty years’ worth of rich reward: “Draw anything.”

A willingness to draw anything is a willingness to fail. Every drawing is an approximation, but some subjects for drawings–layered reflections, for instance–are acid tests of patience and skill. The drawing I provide for this post certainly fails the test. It is clumsy and compositionally shaky. But my next drawing will be better precisely because this one is so flawed. It builds my determination to slow down, focus and consider. The next drawing is always, to some extent, an apology and a repentance for previous drawings.

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A mountain in the distance is a shape. There is one in my Valley of the Sun that is called Camelback Mountain. It especially looks like a reposed camel when the viewer is a few miles west of it. When the viewer approaches, she sees a knob of rock on the mountain that has come to be called the Praying Monk. Shape speaks to the viewer.

A hurricane viewed beyond the atmosphere is a shape that speaks. So is a frost pattern on a bedroom window. So is the rising Moon. And a backlit person, a cloud, another cloud, a farm landscape. Shape shapes us.

The window of Inktober opportunity today is small, so I punched out this acrostic quickie during my post-shower coffee:

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down year

daffodil has said goodby

oleander makes you die

we ignore the bougainvillea

nevermore to be familiar

At the same time I had four more images, one made in September. There was a brief inner tussle. “Pre-Inktober. Can’t use it.” “Fie upon it. I am using it.”

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