Egomaniac
Mumbled, exploded, with will to absorB
All that young stuff that’d come to his dooR
Restless a c q u i s i t i v e n e s s his agorA
Loved making cuckolds of husbands of womeN
Overindulgence and theft unmisgiveneD
Ne’er-do-well gaming the scene like NintendO
Egomaniac
Mumbled, exploded, with will to absorB
All that young stuff that’d come to his dooR
Restless a c q u i s i t i v e n e s s his agorA
Loved making cuckolds of husbands of womeN
Overindulgence and theft unmisgiveneD
Ne’er-do-well gaming the scene like NintendO
My daughter and I are both fans of David Bowie. In this image I have three lines from his classic song “Space Oddity.” They are encased in three roughly circular shapes, which mark the vertices of a roughly equilateral triangle. Such a triangular dot array is mathspeak for “therefore.”
The oddness of this image is contrapuntally offset by the evenness of the two acrostic, with their identical rhyme and meter schemes. There is also an odd sort of evenness in the balance of the image’s composition. I owe an awareness of balance to a certain Professor Scott of the University of Arizona, who used paintings by Daivd (French; roughly pronounced “dah-veed”) and Poussin (French; roughly pronounced “poo-san”) to make his case for balanced compositions.
Odd & Even
Omnibuses never flee
Digits victorize with V
Definitions carve a plane
& a meaning may remain
Even & Odd
Evanescence of the s&
Volitionalized Marlon Brand O
Everlasters never did
Nor heroes in the curtains hid
I leave you, friendly readers, with the happy notion that you may dismiss any confusion you get from the image, or the poetry, or my notes here, with this simple thought: it’s SUPPOSED to be Odd. 🙂
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
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.
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…)
One with Clay, Image and Text 