Daughter Number One does a fairly decent job during her visit to ol’ St. James…
Babbsy O’Brien – St. James Infirmary
The Grand Inquisitor rendered into an Onegin Stanza
April 19, 2012 by at 12:26 am
Christ came, and seen by all Seville,
distracted good folk from feeding sticks
to a hot fire under an iron grill,
where lay well-done, screaming heretics.
Amidst His miracles passed the Roman
Catholic cardinal, erect gnomon
to His shadow, Grand Inquisitor,
finger pointed at the visitor.
“Is it thou? Be silent! Off to prison!
For fifteen hundred years, we ate bread
blessed by thou. Really now; the dread
spirit of dessert supplies the frisson
de plaisir we require. Enough tricks! We
prefer fire, crackling and whistling. Dixi!”
More good news coming out of Wisconsin…
March 15, 2012 by at 12:48 pm
And just in time for the summer! In a rare display of bipartisanship, Cheeseland politicians came together, pretty much unanimously, in a political climate that is (to put it mildy) contentious. Both the governor and many senators are up for recall this summer; the state supreme court has allegedly come to fisticuffs on at least one occasion, and the Packers lost to the New York Giants in the playoffs.
So this bit of news, reported in the Milwaukee Sentinel, comes as a welcomed break in the tension for all four branches of Wisconsin government: the executive, legislative, judicial and domestic!
Fun with Bacon…
March 14, 2012 by at 8:23 am
As regards authority I so proceed. Boetius says in the second prologue to his Arithmetic… ‘It is clear that whosoever passes these by, has lost the knowledge of all learning.’ – Roger Bacon
But, however, of saltpetre take six parts, live of young willow (charcoal), and five of sulphur, and so you will make thunder and lightning, and so you will turn the trick…. – Roger Bacon
But there is another alchemy, operative and practical, which teaches how to make the noble metals and colours and many other things better and more abundantly by art than they are made in nature…. For not only can it yield wealth and very many other things for the public welfare, but it also teaches how to discover such things as are capable of prolonging human life for much longer periods than can be accomplished by nature … – Roger Bacon
But concerning vision alone is a separate science formed among philosophers, namely, optics, and not concerning any other sense … It is possible that some other science may be more useful, but no other science has so much sweetness and beauty of utility. – Roger Bacon
“This is a dog, not a chicken. Chicken’s don’t look like dogs. Who told you this was a chicken, son? Nice boy, but doesn’t listen to a thing you say. You got a bum steer, son. I’m a chicken, not a schnook. You’re wrong, son.” – Foghorn Leghorn
The closest I got…
March 9, 2012 by at 11:19 pm
&
credits:
Soundtrack: Pulp Fiction – various/The Good the Bad & Ugly – Ennio Morricone/ Drunkard’s Prayer – Over the Rhine/The Alman Brothers: Live at the Filmore/Blood on the Tracks – Yep./The Fox Confessor Brings the Flood – NC/The Trumpet Child – OtR/Easy Pieces – Lloyd Cole and the Commotions
Fossil Fuel: Barley, hops and rye
Favorite Moment: Outside on the porch adorned by wife’s dead winter vegetation, the Great Pyrenees barking, nicotine making its wonderful way through the vessels, I raise a bottle (Schlitz) to the efforvescent vehicle of the local constable washing by in full freak of color and sound in pursuit of one who thought the night was right for holding foot on the accelerator like it was the Holy G-spot, the full moon in stoic poise, flirting with the treeline, close and above it all, sniffing at the strands of clouds running across its diamter, its fans.
Worst Moment: Running out of Dixie beer
Webb Moment: If you’re a liberal, you only put a cigarette behind your ear because the government is about to force you to smoke dope; if you’re a conservative, it’s because you got a bottle in the one hand and economic leverage in the other.
Potter Moment: Finding and summarily forgetting the perfect rhyme for orange.
Ex Pat Moment: Ars gratia disgustibus.
Lickona Moment: Having the throat make that lame click after the wine runs out.
Quinn Moment: Giggling silly at the thought of Dylan riffing on “Ille, mi par esse, deo videtur…”.
Walker Percy Moment: “Loose bark from the pine is beginning to work through my shirt. My scalp is still quilted, my throat is whistling with hives — albumen molecules from the gin fizzes hum like bees in the ventricles of my brain — yet I feel quite well.”
Joseph Mitchell Moment: “If you smirk enough you can get away with practically anything in a New York newspaper, and once it is understood that Sex is to be treated coyly or as a melodrama, one of the most amusing classes of people to interview are naked people — nudists, strip tease girls, models, dancers who believe to be artistic you just start unbuttoning.”
Best Line of the Night: “How can people not know what beauty this is…”.
Worst Line of the Night: “Beer makes me sleepy.”.
Last Word: JOB was here…
Vulcan Revealed: The View From Aetna
March 2, 2012 by at 9:25 am
I wrought for Zeus, his holy bolts in hell,
And arrow heads for Cupid’s pricked pursuit
Of thunder-mounting clouds. My fiery hall
Unfettered forgeries for love and war.
But one unfavored by the gods, hirsute,
A gimp, I’m toyed with by a cloying whore.
Her stomach, full of fire, is but the pain
In mine; in dull breast, a dull flame still burns:
Trade art, seal fate, sell out, but do not pine
For love and deal with her in chains and ropes.
Mine is a flagrant heart which knows what turns
A dream: so catch fire and sculpt traps. These rapes
Of justice spill spleen’s bile into your craft -
Her pearl-shelled belly’s big with his war-sperm;
So trick them from your own cuckolded croft.
The flesh shrifts lust like a short winter’s day;
The golden bough is sucked of sap by worm;
So forge the art and cast the life: one die.
They grasp and heave together, love with war
In perfect pain: the roll of flesh and power,
Here stuck together, warrior and whore.
Now bent low, love is gathered like a flower;
The armor falls away behind my door,
And wounded petals whisper to the floor.
Outtake from Publicity Photoshoot for Gerasene 12
January 19, 2012 by at 7:07 am
We really thought we had a hit with this one, but it didn’t make the final cut because we realized that the explicit use of tabacco products might offend gentle hearts and timid souls…
Second Official Publicity Shot for Gerasene 12
January 17, 2012 by at 2:14 pm
In which several themes are invoked simultaneously…
Ars longa, caenum facile…
RIP Mike McGrady – aka one-part Penelope Ashe.
“It came after a night of reading ‘Valley of the Dolls,’ ” he later told Newsweek, “which I couldn’t put down because I was asleep.”
JOB