Here I imagine the eponymous flowers with a mist of free-floating memories, hard to see but there.
Words to the triple acrostic:
FORMERLY: meant something then
O so BE IT: means Amen
Recently I dreamed an auto
Got a winning numbered Lotto
Ending strife without complaint
Takes an easy-tempered saint
So there were Loretta Young and John Larroquette, minding their own business, when along I come and transvestize them, because I noticed that slight changes to their last names would do the trick. I hope they and/or their spirits mind less about that than I did when it was done to me. (A female so-called friend of mine put my head on a “princess” body as an action figure in a video game. I have forgiven her, but there was a rift. Guess I’m not, or was not, all that secure in my masculinity…?)
Quoth Bob Dylan, in “Things Have Changed”:
Gonna take dancing lessons, do the jitterbug rag
Ain’t no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think he’s got anything to prove…
And of course there are J. Edgar Hoover and Muammar Gaddafi and David Bowie and Marlene Dietrich and heart-stopping mustachioed Gwyneth Paltrow and certain of my widening circle of friends who hail from San Diego…
As for Alcoholism, John Larroquette is more than 30 years sober, and the closest Loretta Young came to it was falling for Spencer Tracy. But I tip my tipsy-hat to my grandfather with the line “Booze O Booze you’ve been my guess” because he was found of declaiming
Booze, O Booze, you’ve been my guest
You’ve often made me lose my rest
You’ve often made me wear old clothes
But since you are so near my nose
I’ll drink you down–and down she goes.
Here are, with some annotation, the two sets of words to the two double acrostics:
Gender Bender
Gum-fill the Cup & with a hepfull Dweeb
Enjoin the maiding habits of the grebe
Nun of above belowdex app’d to swoon
Divining Atlas’d Cloudscape for your wound
Enlightingsource may seize [or cease] us to revere
Raw-skulled NICK of the NITE-MITE bring us Cheer
Line One is a riff on Omar Khayyam’s “Come, fill the Cup, and in the light of Spring…” Line Four is an oblique hommage to the movie version of Cloud Atlas and its gender-reassigned co-creator Lana (formerly Larry) Wachowski. Line Six has, I trust, the worst-yet pun based on Raskolnikov.
Line Five has a quantum split in it, depending on whether you choose “Seize” or “Cease.” This is what comes of watching dozens of episodes of FRINGE.
Bender Sender
Booze O Booze you’ve been my guess
Engendering devolv’d finesse
Nun of above avail to moon
Deciduously treed and goon’d
Erelong we’ll be hung over here
Regaining thirst of pitchered Beer
Note the similarity of Line Three to Line Three of “Gender Bender.” Like the rug in THE BIG LEBOWSKI, it sort of “ties the room together.”
“Moon” in Line Three, and “Hung over” in Line Five, are meaning-optional.
Hummingbirds get my vote for most amazement per pound. They’re swoopy and freeze-framey and often iridescent, and I love it when one shows up.
Here are the words to the iambic-septametric double acrostic:
Bodacious Sugar-Water hits the spot like half&half
It’s rocket fuel to take a guy as high as a giraffe
Right now this little roustabout has hit the motherlode
Determined to drink up till he’s as gravid as a toad
& soon he’s fully on his way with energy to spare
A happy hovercraft who goes with glee out on a tear
This was done by way of thanks to a friend who’d sent me a card featuring Levon in his bearded Salad Days. I have posted it on Facebook, and on the post I mentioned I might base a journal page on Levon some day. If I do, the double acrostic will be LEVON HELM’D.
Here’s a webcam “selfie” of me and the card:
This post’s title was to have been “Post #222,” for this is my 222nd post, and I have a thing for certain numbers. When I’m on a treadmill I call eleven minutes and eleven seconds “getting my ones;” 22:22 is “getting my twos;” and so on. I used to get my fives. Then I got old and deconditioned.
But the title is “Unchain’d Mallardy” for two reasons. Reason one: I consider this one of my worst puns of all time, and I take perverse pride in that. Reason two: the song “Unchained Melody,” which I love to hear and wish I could sing, came to be in about as random a way as this page did.
This morning the first thing I did to my blank page was to rub a pencil’s edge over it while it lay atop the drawing table I’ve owned and used for more than 40 years. Here is what I got:
The scratches, gouges and dings from often-ill-advised use of my table gave an unevenness to the graphite rubbing, as I hoped it would. Straining to see something real in the randomness, I suddenly perceived a duck on the surface of a body of water.
Here is a progression of my drawing’s stages from that point on:
The gorgeous and talented Salma H didn’t enter the equation till I’d written the poem. I had left room for her beforehand, though–I knew another element would demand existence.
Here are the words:
Umberto Eco’s lists give calm
Not too unlike the torsoed Salma
Cacophony does discord tell
Harmonious-webb’d feet compel
And to the brain by way of sclera
In waterfowl we’ve funhouse mirror
Nor do we need go R F D
‘D seem Ducks do Delivery
As in…From Evil? [Author smiles]
a door is cleansed and Blake goes oooh
let years go by–some looky-lieu
develops his own loup-garoux
o Brave New World assez gentil
unless you [heart] a huckabee
soliloquizing fearlessly
Destiny just HALF-awaits
Eternity oft slows a gait
Recipes for amped career
Asperity unspoken here
Inner peace remembers this
Lucidity precursors bliss
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
–“Flower in the Crannied Wall” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
There once was a Dormouse who lived in a bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red),
And all the day long he’d a wonderful view
Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
–from “The Dormouse and the Doctor” by A. A. Milne
Delphinium scaposum
Let none on Earth oppose ’em:
These Wildhearts of flowers
Choose Rock and Knoll for bowers.
–something I just made up
Let us start with the words. They are hard to read in either image.
Vortex Forces
Vectors intersect sometimes–a CRASH & then comes STUFF
Of COSMICALITY such as to make a Billy gruff
Recursive functions tend implosive curled intaglio
Turbidity is crushed & squeezed upon the ocean floor
TEMPESTUOUS relationships both long-term and ad hoc
Ensnare & hobble Hobbesians & shackle fans of Locke
X marks the whirlwindy LOCUS where Saints & Sinners need to focus
Here is Image 1:
And here is image 2:
One set of words; two “serving suggestions.” Is one better than the other? Why or why not?
On this page are four acrostic poems and a scattering of images. In all the images are indications of Gamesmanship, a few involving chess pieces. One image has a horse as background, a kissing couple framed by the horse, and three fuzzily-defined chess pieces in front of the couple. There’s also a tennis player waiting for a serve; a balding man flanked by Queens; a soaring hawk and a gliding parasail; two marathoners, one a runner and one a wheelchair athlete; and a hand grasping a long pencil–the last a bit of Draughtsman Versus Blankpage gamesmanship.
The acrostics go from the semisilly to the earnestly serious (Business). Here are their words:
Uh Oh
UNDERSEA say not Land Ho
HOVERCRAFT push Aitch 2 Oh
Dire Need
DESTINY may frown or grin
If the effort’s genuine
Rocks along the road impede
Extra moxie takes the lead
Unfinished
Undone undefined mistake
Now coiled entwines like a snake
Finessing a news spot whilst miked
Is bound to get Harry well liked
Business
Buy & sell & keep it clean
Urge an Ethos crystalline
Soles are worn with hardwalked shoes
It will help to pay your Dues
One with Clay, Image and Text 