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Yesterday on Central Avenue about a half-dozen enthusiastic young people were holding signs promoting Proposition 127 and solar power, and denouncing State Attorney General Brnovich, who they claim is in the pocket of Big Power, also known as Arizona Public Service, or APS.

APS has been running a scare ad saying that when California enacted a similar law it COST, not SAVED, consumers money on utilities. But Arizona is not California. And the cost is for compliance, which A PS would bear, and they don’t want to. For decades they’ve been gouging their customers, applying for rate hikes as if they were going broke, then using some of their ungodly profits for various investments, some only peripherally linked to providing consumers with safe, affordable electricity. A great deal of their petty cash goes to putting people like Brnovich in office to rubber-stamp their policies. And the number bandied about for what they’ve spent fighting Prop 127 is $29 million.

So the beck with their corporate greed. Go Solar!!

YES 127

YAY to solar. Get ‘er dun! 1

Energy for me and you. 2

Sunshine from Heaven! 7

NO Brnovich

Nix the corporate boob. Nada the darkmoney goober.  Negative the bought Baboon. Never more to this zoo.

Omit from our TV odd toadies who say sí sí, outing palm for Big Electric. O for a corp-creep dispelling Heimlich!

 

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So tempted to use SIKH as the right acrostic bookend, but went for Simple, because me. Perhaps another time. These things–for every one I end up with, I leave a few variants undone. This one is its own variant: it can be either “Find and ye shall seek” or “Find and Yes Hall seek.” I kind of like the notion of Yes Hall.

Find & Ye Shall Seek

Folk are tanned with sunshine’s rays

Inventory then appraise

Needle haystacks lift and poke

Days pass and befuddle folk

PS: This page was inspired by an increasingly panicky search for my mother’s vehicle registration renewal form. I excavated a megapile of paper where it wasn’t, then looked to the left of the card table and saw a corner of it peeking out from where it had no business being. Relief! But a second later I realized I didn’t know where emissions testing was being done lately. Another search must ensue. Find and ye shall seek.

 

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Yesterday my daughter Kate and I enjoyed the carnival atmosphere of the Arizona State Fair. Kate made me laugh and mistyeye at the same time: When we were threading our way through the crowd, she grabbed the back of my T-shirt, just like she did when she was a little kid. (She is now 28 years old.) We had a blast, riding two different Ferris wheels, bumper cars, the over-the-fairgrounds ski lift, and had ourselves whirled and lifted and spun by various other rides. We also saw a barnful of amazing animals and two halls full of superb arts and crafts.

Deal & Wheel

Daring are the crew

Eeyore says to Pooh

An unpebbled shoe

Lets a sole be whole

& achieve a goal

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Many of my friends (and otherwise) regard me as a purveyor of bad puns. (Guilty.) But were I to live ten lifetimes,  I would never come up with as many puns, bad or not, as has Piers Anthony, creator of Xanth, which is shaped like Florida but partakes of Earth and many other realities.

I first became aware of this gentleman via The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction in the early 70s, which published his short story “Wood You?” My arrogant teenage self thought the story, about an improbable wood-splitting contest, was stupid, with overflogging of certain joke-concepts and an array of putrid puns.

What I missed was that it was also magnificent, arresting storytelling. After well over 45 years it is the ONLY story in that issue of F&SF that I remember–with the possible exception of Avram Davidson’s “Selectra Six-Ten,” which may have been in that issue as well.

I won’t transcribe the acrostic poem I wrote on this page. It is an array of stupid puns with zero magnificent storytelling. But it, and this post, serve as a memorandom (pun intended) to myself to later do the same decent job on Anthony that I did on Theodore Sturgeon about five years back, including a well-rendered portrait.

Trivia: Mr. Anthony has punned every month of the year. I say Inktober, he says Octogre. Let’s call the whole thing Fun. Rhymes with Pun. What Piers Anthony has taught me is that a play on words can help a person be Playful.

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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