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In the film version of JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR Pontius Pilate, played brilliantly by Barry Dennen, fleers to the mob: “Behold the man! Behold your shattered king!” The mob sticks to its guns: “We have no king but Caesar.” Pilate rages: “You hypocrites–you hate us more than him!” The mob doubles down: “We have no king but Caesar. CRUCIFY HIM! CRUCIFY HIM!”

“Ecce” is Latin for Behold. “Voilà” is French for Behold, in a way. And “Looky” is also a loose Behold, though “Looky here” is more common, at least the last time I lookied.

Behold the acrosticizations of variants of Behold.

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Here are the texts of the two acrostic poems:

Be (Ecce) Hold

Battened hatches don’t preclude an interjective Oh

Barleycornish cornucopia may yes a no

Ectoplasmic outbursts of an undeveloped soul

Even as we speak convince some fools that Crap is Gold.

voilà/looky

volunteers camp out in sheol

outlined chalk in Orange day•glo

indicate the urge to stay–o

ladle up that special k

à la carte reveals a way

 

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It is the 18th of October, A.D. 2018, 4 PM Mountain Standard Time. I am just south of Indian School Road on Central, at Yoshi’s, a little fast-ethnic-food restaurant whose slogan is “Have a Rice Day.” I’ve just had their Dragon Bowl in the Beef incarnation, so I am full of spicy roast beef and rice and carrot slivers and onion rims and bell pepper chunks, plus thin-sliced marinated ginger which is one of their offered condiments. I washed it down with Pepsi from the fountain.

Here in the American Southwest, if you say “Omma go get some neat,” you think you said “I am going to get something to eat.” So today my double acrostic pokes fun at my Southwestern accent.

Some Neat

Sí is Yes & No is Nein

One may say I’m hai to dine

Minor Food Gods, hear my plea

Elevate me to a T

Sí is Spanish for Yes, Nein is German for No, and Hai is Japanese for Yes. Hai is meant to be a pun on High as well. To be High is to be elevated with the help of chemistry, or romance, or life’s pleasure.

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Fluid Solid

Falling stars and leaves and woes

Leave a trace of where they go

Under rocks some crawlers dwell

It’s a long way up from Hell. I

Doubt they’re unburnt when they weld

In grade school we learned that glass is not exactly a solid. The teacher called it Amorphous. It can be thought of as a really slow-flowing liquid.

Sand, from which glass is made, seems liquid when it is poured.

The same word that Glass came from also led to the word Glacier. Thus language flows.

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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. 🙂

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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Last night the Muse whispered “Inktober is nigh.” So I froze a frame from JURASSIC WORLD: FALLEN KINGDOM and sketched Bryce Dallas Howard quickly in pencil, then did a do-over with the ink from a Papermate Flair pen. I’d left plenty of room for minimal acrostic poetry. Two things occur when regarding BDH: Actor, and Woman. With WOMAN as the end word the poem, though minimal, can end with a triplet, if we cheat a little by hotwiring the last line with the indefinite article “A” from the end of the fourth line. The final form of the poem is a couplet and a triplet, in ultra-minimal iambic biameter, including such elements of stage plays as Scrim and House Lights, and such (for me, anyway) Woman-associated words as Silk, Rousing, and Lift. And the total word count, including the acrostic title, is 20.

But is it smooth as a downy forearm? Does it read as easily as the pep talk in HENRY V? Let’s present the words with no line breaks and see how it reads.

Ah, yes, the show can lift you so through silkscreen scrim old houselights dim–a rousing hymn.

My muse holds up her verdict: 9.2. Far from perfect, but great dismount, and it stuck the landing. 🙂

Uh oh. She’s holding up another number for the portraiture: a dismal 6.7. 😦 Thank Goodness this was the prelims, and not Inktober itself!

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Gold is versatile, being malleable, ductile, and conductive. Its true value might be more in the realm of symbolism, though. Most of us gold-owners want more, feeling better off with each additional acquisition. But there are those for whom a drawerful of Kruggerands is not enough . . .

Here are the words. Note that Ringolevio under slight name variations is a sort of combination of Tag and Hide-and-go-seek, originated in one of the New York City boroughs. Coventry is a place in England that has come to symbolize shunning, banishment, or quarantine.

Coventry’s a game of ring

O-levio with children’s lingo

Linger on the second level

Deviate and be bedeviled

Long ago and very early in his career the underground comics legend Robert Crumb drew a frog looking mournfully at the viewer and saying “‘ ‘Tis sad.” Decades later the President of the United States ended quite a few of his limited-character assessments with the word “Sad.” Crumb has made it clear in more than one of his creations that he regards Donald Trump as a personification of Evil.

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Sam Rockwell is an Academy-Award winning actor. Norman Rockwell was an illustrator who championed civil rights, most famously in a portrait of grade-schooler Ruby Bridges being escorted to a sanctioned-by-law non-segregated class by four hefty enforcers from the U. S. government. In contrast to these two gentlemen, George Lincoln Rockwell was the hate-mongering head of the American Nazi Party in the 1960s. On the laptop screen behind my drawing is a scene from the ROOTS saga featuring Marlon Brando as the Nazi Rockwell, who would have fit right in at that infamous rally in Charlottesville.

Here are the words to the quadruple acrostic:

See, some surnames make it rain and snow
And two fellows with a row to hoe
Make Art crafty on a carousel
And for our emotion’s sake excel

I drew Sam Rockwell from a freeze-frame from WOMAN WALKS AHEAD, starring Jessica Chastain and Michael Greyeyes. I drew Norman Rockwell from the canvas-sketch detail of his “Triple Self-Portrait.” I wouldn’t waste a gram of graphite drawing George Lincoln Rockwell, unless it was absolutely essential to do so for an image’s sake. Turns out it wasn’t in this case, so I cheerfully excluded him.

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My brother Brian Clemens Bowers, seen here with his dog Fluster, died peacefully of natural causes last Monday. Here is the obituary I wrote for him, with help from my family:

Brian Bowers, 61, crossed the finish line of his life’s journey peacefully in his home in Phoenix, Arizona on August 6, 2018.

Brian gave of himself generously, with no thought of reward, throughout his life. Street people were his sisters and brothers. And he was a vagabond Santa Claus to his many nieces and nephews, despite being dirt-poor, because he tirelessly searched in thrift stores, swap meets and yard sales for the perfect gift for each individual.

He was also an outstanding caregiver, first for his grandfather “Papa” during the last four months of Papa’s life in 1987, and more recently for his mother Jane Bowers Stoneman, from the time of her husband Marty’s death in 2014 up to the very week that Brian died. He performed numberless household and yard chores, and 24/7 caregiving, for Jane, despite his own medical issues, which included severe back trouble, liver problems, and two major cancer surgeries.

Brian loved music, and in his handwritten Last Will and Testament directed his mother to take her pick of his many CDs and concert DVDs and then offer them to his nieces and nephews. He also expressed hope that none of his other possessions, including the food on his shelves and in his refrigerator, would go to waste.

Brian’s life’s journey led him to a stint at UPS; a glorious championship season as a Little League coach; an all-too-brief yet joyous marriage to Lira, the love of his life, who died tragically young; at least two years of homelessness due to hard drug use; a stay at Joe Arpaio’s Tent City; and then the triumph of becoming clean and sober with the great and gracious help of faith-based Streets of Joy and Victory Outreach. In Brian’s final years he became a committed member of Faith Assembly of God. Christianity became his salvation.

Brian met the enormous challenges of his circumstances with great courage, immense love in his heart, and an unquenchable sense of fun. Those who survive him include his mother, Jane Bowers Stoneman; brothers Harold and Gary; stepbrothers Cary, Dan, Tod, and Glenn Stoneman; his beloved Aunt Diane; and a host of nieces, nephews, cousins, and friends. He leaves these loved ones with a fine set of remembrances of his love.

Here is Brian’s handwritten Last Will and Testament:

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Here is the transcript, mildly edited by his loving and grieving brother:

Last Will and Testament, November 24, 2012

I, Brian Bowers, being of sound mind, body, and spirit, do hereby appoint my mother Jane Bowers Stoneman to receive everything I own. One 1979 Datsun 260Z; one 1987 Nissan Pulsar NX SE; everything in the back house at [address] as well as everything I may own in the storage sheds and cabinets.

My wish is that she would direct the distribution of my assets; allow each of my nieces and nephew, one at a time, to choose any of my CDs and concert DVDs that they may want (of course, that’s after Mom takes what she wants); then allow blood kin to choose anything as remembrance or enjoyment. My Mother is in charge of any distribution of anything. I would hope that any of my food not go to waste.

My computer and TVs may be given or kept by my mother.

I would hope my brothers would get something as well.

Thanks

signed Brian C. Bowers
November 24, 2012

Here is an array of medications Brian kept at his bedside:

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Finally, here is a poem I wrote this morning, meant to go with the above image:

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1

let’s check you out

your lumbar grinds
you tend to seize
your bp is up there

you had this operation
so you need this this and this
and that procedure
so here is that and that

and now you have side effects
so here’s this for logy
that for grouchy
and the other just because you hurt

take them once and twice and thrice a day
with and without food

diet? exercise?
not our department

2

let’s check you out

you are calm–good
zero chance of seizure–excellent
no pain whatsoever–truly fine

and non-instruments detect
waves and waves of love
washing over you and through you

your reward awaits

you won’t be needing these any more