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Here’s a poem I wrote today to a challenge: “Write a poem about falling.” Paging Michel Lamontagne! Hey, Michel, want to illustrate this one?

trajectoral traditions

conjectural parabolae
ejectional ballistics mark
conjunctival affinity
adjoins the contrapuntal dark

in launch mode is debauchery
testosterone definitives
aborted mission’s mockery
on cnn such spin it gives

in orbit geosynchronous
a lost&found of gps
in vehicles propinquitous
a glockenspiel’s evoked and blessed

a paratrooper plows the air
nefariously various
the chute deployed avoids abyss
a blissful floating down
a kiss

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Cats are bloodthirsty and duplicitous. They will disembowel their played-with prey without a care, and five minutes later act the innocent in your lap, their purr-motor set to Lull. But you gotta love ’em.

My friend and fellow blogger Michel Lamontagne once praised my predacious-cat drawings, and so I hope he likes this one; it might not have happened but for his kindly comment.

The words:

Penelope June also answered to Peej
Uganda D. Mouser was fond of the bijou
Rough Justice was dealt twixt boudoir & foyer
Remains to be seen? Maybe so–not today

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For a creative AND compulsive person, Prolificity is a real Monkey on the Back. Lately, with moving and full-time nightwork and a now-long commute, my Monkey is an unwelcome screecher of a creature. He screeches THE SHOW MUST GO ON! and YOU’VE VIOLATED THE EVERY-SINGLE-DAY COVENANT! YOU DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE! and batters my unbettered psyche.

Well, screw The Monkey. It is not an all-or-nothing world. I am happily romantically involved, gainfully employed, and I just became un-uninsured, so mostly things are sunny. (Still, it bugs me when an every-day streak ends.)

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“Quasimodo” can be translated to mean “not completely formed,” and all of the images I offer on this post are such. Peter Lorre always seemed to me a quasi-Quasimodo, so this incomplete page of him–in glorious black and white, like the best of his movies–suits the theme exspecially well.

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Doodles are almost always Quasimodos: we ever know when to stop. But hey, you fellow doodlers out there: a well-spent doodling hour can happen if you have a timer go off every five minutes or so, and you scan the doodle in its current state, and then continue. At the end of the hour, look at the scans in sequence, and you’ll feel like you’ve created something that’s Alive. You can also print the best of them and doodle yourself a new tangent. Warning, though: you have better things to do than doodle, and this can turn into a real time-suck if you get hooked.

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Here’s something I did with my French Canadian friend Michel Lamontagne in mind. I’m hoping he’ll look at it and want to finish it. His mind is agile, and his image-sense startling.

Here are the words to “Secret Socket.”

Select eclectic trends if apropos
Elect electric-haired politico
Contort & make a body twitch & tic
Resort to form you rock with single click
Each win will amp the voltage that you mete
Teach Sinless Pride and Life just can’t be beat

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Faithful readers will recall “Li’l Universe,” a clay sculpture I offered for delectation about a half dozen posts ago. The faithfullest reader of all, Monsieur Michel Lamontagne of Canada, whimsically and delightfully created an image of an alien creature “misusing” Li’l Universe at a bowling alley. So this post is dedicated to him.

The big sister of Li’l Universe is much closer to bowling-ball size than her kid sibling, though still marginally shy of regulation size. In the photo above I’ve included one of my “business” cards, measuring 2 inches by 3-1/2 inches (approximately 50mm x 75mm if memory serves, Michel), to show scale. I also took a couple of webcam selfies, thus:

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So, friend Michel, there you have it. May your Byworld sojourns lead you to ever more fulfilling creative endeavor!