Local Artist...do you know this style?
Wordy
Earlier this year, I was asking if anyone knew of the artist who
sculpted the Mediterranean Scene my mother bought in the '60's.
Pat Ashton asked friends and learned it was probably Chuck Moran.
I thought I'd attach photos of the piece. I'd be curious to know if
you've seen any of his other works
49" x 25"
25 lbs
supposedly sculpted from material used for tooth fillings
http://f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/cuzzinkate/lst?.dir=/Mediterranean+Scene&.view=t
--
Jane
I Love Roy Ersters.
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Zemedelec
history of the 60s, if you haven't already, and also somene who specializes in
"outsider art" (Art Brut). I think a painting sculpted from tooth fillings
would arouse their curiosity.
zemedelec
Wordy
Well, they never actually made it into anyone's teeth. It's just
filling material/plaster or whatever.
What's outsider art?
Glenn doesn't think I should sell it. My neighbor told me not to take
less than a couple of thousand. I may not sell it at all, but I was
curious if anyone had seen his work before. And I took the photos with
my new digital camera.
I may check out Art Brut after the holiday. Thanks
Zemedelec
>>
As I've seen the term used, it's art by people who are not in the
social/artistic mainstream--no art school, etc., and often use unconventional
materials. Hospitalized mental patients, people out in the woods, your
friendly butcher who goes home and makes intricate and later famous
constructions out of cleaned chicken bones.
zemedelec
kill da rabbit
never heard that term or definition. i prefer 'naive art'.
Ronald Grant
Ronald Grant
<o...@noidontthinkso.com> wrote:
> i prefer 'naive art'.
Well sure.
iehsmith
Jane, here's some information on outsider art. Don't think
the term was used much back when I was doing it:
http://rawvision.com/whatisoa.html
Some consider any untrained art as contemporary folk art
and the same as outsider art. I think outsider art has
something more to it, and it's definitely not naive. It
ain't Grandma Moses:) It may be primal, but to me, not
primitive art. It does all get lumped together though.
Also:
http://outsider.art.org/
http://www.outsiderart.net/
http://www.avam.org/
http://www.artbabyart.com/
http://www.picklebird.com/
http://www.whohadada.com/
http://www.ghostdoggallery.com/
A comprehensive list of New Orleans art galleries; maybe you can
find someone who specializes in folk & outsider art to get a
professional opinion:
http://neworleansonline.com/neworleans/arts/artgalleries.html
And currently showing at the CAC:
"What A Wonderful World"
- Louis Armstrong
First Floor Galleries
The CAC is pleased to present an art installation by Bill Fagaly, retired
Assistant Director for Art from the New Orleans Museum of Art. Over the
years, Fagaly has amassed a fascinating collection of contemporary art,
outsider art, African art, and objects and artifacts from many other
cultures. For this exhibition, Fagaly is literally moving his living room,
and most of its contents, to the CAC.
In vignettes that recreate his home environment, Fagaly will exhibit small
ancient Persian bronzes; pre-Cycladic Anatolian marble abstracted figures;
pre-Columbian Mexican, Central and South American terracotta sculptures;
Northwest Coast Native American woven baskets; Japanese bamboo ikebana
baskets; Fulper American art pottery; African art; Oceanic art; Indian art;
contemporary American and world self-taught art; American contemporary art;
Middle Eastern kilim flat weave rugs, baseball catcher's masks, artists'
used paint cans, and amateur art made by CEOs.
Hope this helps,
inez
Regina
>never heard that term or definition. i prefer 'naive art'.
>
I prefer Paul Simon.
--
Regina
Cajun Gwailo
I prefer Simple Simon
Willielmus de Noers
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The guy who built Watts Towers . . .
--
W. de N.
Death twitches my ear, "Live," he says; "I am coming."
-- Virgil (70-19 BC)
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Wordy
> Hope this helps,
> inez
Wow, thanks!
Who is Inez when she's at home?????
Wordy
>>>>>I prefer Paul Simon.
>>>>
>
> I prefer Simple Simon
I prefer Simon
the Hubig Pie man.
--
Jane
I'm a little teapot
short and stout.
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Zemedelec
> friendly butcher who goes home and makes intricate and later famous
> constructions out of cleaned chicken bones.
The guy who built Watts Towers . . .
>><BR><BR>
Right on the nose.
zemedelec
Ronald Grant
<libe...@gmx.ch> wrote:
>On 26 Nov 2003 14:43:00 GMT, zeme...@aol.comspamfree (Zemedelec)
>favored us with:
>
>> << What's outsider art?
>> >>
>>
>> As I've seen the term used, it's art by people who are not in the
>> social/artistic mainstream--no art school, etc., and often use unconventional
>> materials. Hospitalized mental patients, people out in the woods, your
>> friendly butcher who goes home and makes intricate and later famous
>> constructions out of cleaned chicken bones.
>
>The guy who built Watts Towers . . .
Two in a row!
metonymy
Curtis> That is art only in the sense that "Casey At The Bat" is
Curtis> poetry. Craft is more like it.
The post modern makeover of Casey At The Bat is "Casey, the
Bat. Despair"
Ronald Grant
wrote:
>Cajun Gwailo wrote:
>>>>>>I prefer Paul Simon.
>>>>>
>>
>> I prefer Simple Simon
>
>I prefer Simon
>the Hubig Pie man.
Are those still being made?
Cajun Gwailo
bigger and better than ever. my back door is 100 feet from their front
door.
Ronald Grant
Good to know a few New Orleans constants remain.
James S. Prine
>
>bigger and better than ever. my back door is 100 feet from their front
>door.
Damn! I love their Lemon pies...they taste a little different than they used
to (recipe or materials changed?), but I still like them a lot.
If an alien intelligence ever scans Earth for treasures, they will undoubtedly
find Hubig's Lemon Pies, and then we are doomed....
James S. Prine
http://hometown.aol.com/jsprine/
Cajun Gwailo
Pies
i think it might be one of those things like twinkies, JP ----- with a
carbon half life of a few millenia. They'll find them, edible, long after
we are gone.
Have you checked out the prices on their full size ones lately? That's one
expensive pie!
James S. Prine
>expensive pie!
Oh, I never buy them!
I run up and grab them from children and oldsters...what I term a 'pie-by'.....
Willielmus de Noers
us with:
> That is art only in the sense that "Casey At The Bat" is poetry. Craft
> is more like it.
THE FACE ON THE BARROOM FLOOR
by Hugh Antoine D'Arcy
'Twas a balmy summer evening and a goodly crowd was there,
Which well-nigh filled Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square;
And as songs and witty stories Came through the open door,
A vagabond crept slowly in and posed upon the floor.
"Where did it come from?" someone said. "The wind has blown it in."
"What does it want?" another cried. "Some whiskey, or rum or gin?"
"Here, Toby, sic 'em, if your stomach's equal to the work--
I wouldn't touch him with a fork, he's filthy as a sow."
This badinage the poor wretch took with stoical good grace;
In fact, he smiled as tho' he thought he'd struck the proper place.
"Come, boys, I know there's kindly hearts among so good a crowd--
To be in such good company would make a deacon proud.
"Give me a drink--that's what I want... I'm out of funds, you know,
When I had cash to treat the gang this hand was never slow.
What? You laugh as if you thought this pocket never held a sou;
I once was fixed as well, my boys, as any one of you.
"There, thanks, that's braced me nicely, God bless you one and all;
Next time I pass this good saloon, I'll make another call.
Give you a song? No, I can't do that, my singing days are past;
My voice is cracked, my throat's worn out and my lungs are going fast.
"Say! Give me another whiskey and I'll tell you what I'll do...
I'll tell you a funny story, and a fact, I promise, too.
That I was ever a decent man not one of you would think;
But I was, some four or five years back. Say, give me another drink.
"Fill her up, Joe, I want to put some life into my frame--
Such little drinks to a bum like me are miserably tame;
Five fingers... there, that's the scheme... and corking whiskey, too.
Well, here's luck, boys and landlord... my best regards to you.
"You've treated me pretty kindly and I'd like to tell you how
I came to be the dirty sot, you see before you now.
As I told you, once I was a man, with muscle, frame, and health,
And but for a blunder ought to have made, considerable wealth.
"I was a painter, not one that daubed on bricks and wood,
But an artist, and for my age, was rated pretty good.
I worked hard at my canvas and was bidding fair to rise,
For gradually I saw the star of fame before my eyes.
"I made a picture perhaps you've seen, 'tis called the 'Chase of
Fame'.
It brought me fifteen hundred pounds and added to my name,
And then I met a woman... now comes the funny part--
With eyes that petrified my brain and sunk into my heart.
"Why don't you laugh? 'tis funny that the vagabond you see
Could ever love a woman and expect her love for me;
But 'twas so, and for a month or two, her smiles were freely given,
And when her loving lips touched mine, it carried me to Heaven.
"Boys, did you ever see a girl for whom your soul you'd give,
With a form like the Milo Venus, too beautiful to live;
With eyes that would beat the Koh-i-noor and a wealth of chestnut
hair?
If so, 'twas she, for there never was, another half so fair.
"I was working on a portrait, one afternoon in May,
Of a fair-haired boy, a friend of mine, who lived across the way.
And Madeline admired it and much to my surprise,
Said she'd like to know the man, that had such dreamy eyes.
"It didn't take long to know him and before the month had flown
My friend had stole my darling, and I was left alone;
And ere a year of misery had passed above my head,
The jewel I had treasured so had tarnished and was dead.
"That's why I took to drink, boys. Why, I never saw you smile,
I thought you'd be amused and laughing all the while.
Why, what's the matter, friend?... there's a tear-drop in your eye,
Come, laugh like me 'tis only babes and women that should cry.
"Say, boys, if you give me just another whiskey I'll be glad,
And I'll draw right here a picture of the face that drove me mad.
Give me that piece of chalk with which you mark the baseball score
You shall see the lovely Madeline upon the barroom floor."
Another drink, and with chalk in hand, the vagabond began
To sketch a face that well might buy, the soul of any man.
Then, as he placed another lock upon the shapely head,
With a fearful shriek, he leaped and fell across the picture... dead!
metonymy
James> they will undoubtedly find Hubig's Lemon Pies, and then we
James> are doomed....
Because then they will enslave all humanity and force
us all to grind out lemon pies to slake the appetite of
slavering alien hordes?
Wordy
>>Have you checked out the prices on their full size ones lately? That's one
>>expensive pie!
>
> Oh, I never buy them!
>
> I run up and grab them from children and oldsters...what I term a 'pie-by'.....
as opposed to a pie buy
James S. Prine
>us all to grind out lemon pies to slake the appetite of
>slavering alien hordes?
Precisely.
Earth...Hubig's Lemon Pie slaves for the masses...
As eagerly sought-after as 'Spice' from Arrakis.....
James S. Prine
>>
>> I run up and grab them from children and oldsters...what I term a
>'pie-by'.....
>
>as opposed to a pie buy
Exactly!
Besides, like stolen fruit, stolen Hubig's Lemon Pies taste so much *better*
when they're freshly swiped.
Wordy
> I'm one of those wouldbe-hasbeens. I lived in NOLA from
> around 1971-1987, then moved out here to St. Charles
> Parish. Re-read a couple of Anne Rice books lately and
> got to missing NO. Gonna have to head uptown sometime,
> but it just never seems to happen;)
How old are you? What do you do? Where are you in St. Chas.?
How long have you been reading the newsgroup? Tell us about
yourself. Details, woman, we want details!
> Thanks for the link... quite a bunch!
Scary, isn't it?
Send your photo to me at word...@bellsouth.net and I'll add you
to our Rogue's Gallery.
Wordy
> Well, haven't had a photo taken since around 1989, but I got
> a stand in, want me to send that?
Uh, yes.
Wordy
> geez, am I going to hear the gossip over the fence tomorrow? :)
Oh no, not at all. you haven't been here long enough yet.
> I'll be 51 is less than a month.
> I am again trying to freelance as a graphic designer, illustrator,
> whatever anyone will pay me to do on my Mac.
> Don't want to say my town. I usually won't admit to Parish in
> newsgroups, etc. Had a relationship long ago in NO and I don't
> want ghosts to visit me.
Whassamatta, don't wanna get stalked?
> I've just popped in to nong a few times in the last week or so.
> I have 7 cats, one ol' dog and a hubby.
> I need a pump for my yard.
Pump? Your yard can't get it up?
>>Scary, isn't it?
>
> ah, just folks:)
Well put.
> Well, haven't had a photo taken since around 1989, but I got
> a stand in, want me to send that?
Hey, Inez...izzat your real name?
Willielmus de Noers
favored us with:
> iehsmith wrote:
>
> > geez, am I going to hear the gossip over the fence tomorrow? :)
>
> Oh no, not at all. you haven't been here long enough yet.
See, some us live in New Orleans, some used to, and some live other
places. Some of us have been here for a long time (years). Some of
us have actually met face to face. Some of us use our real names.
Some don't. We usually welcome new arrivals if they . . . well, if
they . . . fit in, sort of. It's hard to explain.
> > I'll be 51 is less than a month.
61 in December.
> > Don't want to say my town. I usually won't admit to Parish in
> > newsgroups, etc. Had a relationship long ago in NO and I don't
> > want ghosts to visit me.
Can't blame you for that. But tell us your deepest, darkest secrets
anyway.
> Whassamatta, don't wanna get stalked?
Pay no attention to the black helicopters hovering over your house.
> > I have 7 cats, one ol' dog and a hubby.
5 cats, one dog, and the best wife ever.
> Hey, Inez...izzat your real name?
It doesn't have to be . . . just curious.
Wordy
>
>>Hey, Inez...izzat your real name?
>
> ol' ladies kinda name, so I'm finally growing into it:
As a child I read "Diana, Little Mother to the Others"
The kids had a wretched spinster "Aunt Jane." Uh oh,
I'm a spinster, an old maid, an unclaimed treasure <g>
Made sure the nieces and nephew call me "Aunt Janie." It's
less stern and Janie is what I'm called by their parents.
Though I do fancy myself a bit of an Auntie Mame.
Willielmus de Noers
<inezhsmit...@earthlink.net> favored us with:
> > From: Willielmus de Noers <libe...@gmx.ch>
>
> > 61 in December.
>
> You're not on the cusp are you?
17th. My daughter's is the 22nd.
> >>> Don't want to say my town. I usually won't admit to Parish in
> >>> newsgroups, etc. Had a relationship long ago in NO and I don't
> >>> want ghosts to visit me.
> >
> > Can't blame you for that. But tell us your deepest, darkest secrets
> > anyway.
>
> We'll see:)
>
> >> Whassamatta, don't wanna get stalked?
> >
> > Pay no attention to the black helicopters hovering over your house.
>
> I'm used to those.
>
> >>> I have 7 cats, one ol' dog and a hubby.
> > 5 cats, one dog, and the best wife ever.
>
> The dogs are always outnumbered...
He thinks he's a cat. He also has a cat of his own, outside.
Zemedelec
-- >><BR><BR>
Come on, Curtis, this has nothing to do with the last glass of beer--it's "The
face on the bar room floor", a famous example of doggerel from the beginning of
the last century.
zemedelec
Ronald Grant
<libe...@gmx.ch> wrote:
>On Thu, 27 Nov 2003 16:27:35 GMT, Curtis <Cur...@nonez.fake> favored
>us with:
>
>> That is art only in the sense that "Casey At The Bat" is poetry. Craft
>> is more like it.
>
>THE FACE ON THE BARROOM FLOOR
>by Hugh Antoine D'Arcy
>
Do you remember that both of these poems were lampooned by Mad back
when it was a comic book before it became a magazine? The first 24
issues (2 great years) it was a 10 cent comic. (Our price 10 cents.
Cheap.)
Ronald Grant
>I have 7 cats, one ol' dog and a hubby.
>
Ronald Grant
<libe...@gmx.ch> wrote:
>On Thu, 27 Nov 2003 21:32:34 -0600, Wordy <word...@bellsouth.net>
>favored us with:
>
>> iehsmith wrote:
>>
>> > geez, am I going to hear the gossip over the fence tomorrow? :)
>>
>> Oh no, not at all. you haven't been here long enough yet.
>
>See, some us live in New Orleans, some used to, and some live other
>places. Some of us have been here for a long time (years). Some of
>us have actually met face to face.
One of us is many of us. One of whom is a dick. You'll see.
Ronald Grant
<inezhsmit...@earthlink.net> wrote:
>> From: Willielmus de Noers <libe...@gmx.ch>
>
>> 61 in December.
>
>You're not on the cusp are you?
Yes he is.
Ronald Grant
<libe...@gmx.ch> wrote:
>On Fri, 28 Nov 2003 04:22:39 GMT, iehsmith
><inezhsmit...@earthlink.net> favored us with:
>
>> > From: Willielmus de Noers <libe...@gmx.ch>
>>
>> > 61 in December.
>>
>> You're not on the cusp are you?
>
>17th. My daughter's is the 22nd.
I thought you were the 21st. Damn.
Willielmus de Noers
favored us with:
> >> That is art only in the sense that "Casey At The Bat" is poetry. Craft
> >> is more like it.
> >
> >THE FACE ON THE BARROOM FLOOR
> >by Hugh Antoine D'Arcy
> >
> Do you remember that both of these poems were lampooned by Mad back
> when it was a comic book before it became a magazine? The first 24
> issues (2 great years) it was a 10 cent comic. (Our price 10 cents.
> Cheap.)
I remember when it was 25 cents (Cheap) but I don't remember that
lampoon. Great humor in those days.
I wandered lonely as a clod
Just picking up old rags and bottles
As onward on my way I trod
I saw a host of axolotls
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
A sight to make a man's blood freeze
etc.
Willielmus de Noers
favored us with:
> >> iehsmith wrote:
> >>
> >> > geez, am I going to hear the gossip over the fence tomorrow? :)
> >>
> >> Oh no, not at all. you haven't been here long enough yet.
> >
> >See, some us live in New Orleans, some used to, and some live other
> >places. Some of us have been here for a long time (years). Some of
> >us have actually met face to face.
>
> One of us is many of us. One of whom is a dick. You'll see.
Our name is Legion, for we are many.
Willielmus de Noers
favored us with:
> >> > 61 in December.
> >>
> >> You're not on the cusp are you?
> >
> >17th. My daughter's is the 22nd.
>
> I thought you were the 21st. Damn.
Yours is right around there, isn't it?
James S. Prine
Our name is Legion, for we are many, from many lands, and we serve France g>.
Cajun Gwailo
France
furriner
Willielmus de Noers
favored us with:
> >Our name is Legion, for we are many.
>
> Our name is Legion, for we are many, from many lands, and we serve France g>.
Legio Patria Nostra, "Honneur Fidelite"
I've come to wish I had done that when I was younger. I didn't have
the mindset then, don't have the physical ability now.
James S. Prine
>the mindset then, don't have the physical ability now.
LOL!
Bill, I feel much the same way. During a recent interview, I actually stated
that that was one of my only regrets: not serving a term with the Legion, and
not being able to play jazz piano (my fingers won't work as they should).
No matter....
Zemedelec
sort of like a Mohawk?
zemedelec
kill da rabbit
what?
could you maybe include just enough of the post you're replying to so we
know what you're talking about?
Willielmus de Noers
favored us with:
> Let's see how the ol' memory is doing--a Mexican bird with a conspicuous crest,
> sort of like a Mohawk?
The axolotl (Ambystoma mexicanum) is a large salamander native to
Mexico. It has external gills, regenerative powers, and can live and
breed in a larval form. The name is derived from the Aztec god Xolotl,
the god of games who could turn himself into an axolotl to escape his
enemies. Because axolotls can regenerate legs, tails, heart muscles,
and even spinal cords, researchers have long studied them in hopes of
learning how to restore diseased heart tissue or damaged or amputated
limbs in humans.
"Potrzebie" was another word popular in Mad Magazine in those days.
IIRC, it was an invented nonsense word, though it is now the name of a
font and a couple of other things. They did a classic parody of
Chaucer:
Whon thotte Aprylle swythyn Potrzebie,
The burgydde Pryllye gyves one hebijebie.
Do pairdish Kansas City Harry Truman
Though bawthinge to the schlepper, Alfred Neuman
Then harke the mawkinge swabish crucial
And batting fourth position Musial
Etc.
Willielmus de Noers
<o...@noidontthinkso.com> favored us with:
You've got to BE the thread . . . then you will understand,
grasshopper.
metonymy
>> the post you're replying to so we
> > know what you're talking about?
> You've got to BE the thread . . . then you will
> understand, grasshopper.
Never let either the facts in the case, nor the
context of the thread, prevent you from saying
something clever.
Willielmus de Noers
Zemedelec
<< Zemedelec wrote:
It was:
I wandered lonely as a clod
Just picking up old rags and bottles
As onward on my way I trod
I saw a host of axolotls
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
A sight to make a man's blood freeze
>><BR><BR>
<< Zemedelec wrote:
>><BR><BR>
zemedelec
Ronald Grant
<libe...@gmx.ch> wrote:
>On Fri, 28 Nov 2003 19:41:34 GMT, R...@mindless.com (Ronald Grant)
>favored us with:
>
>> >> > 61 in December.
>> >>
>> >> You're not on the cusp are you?
>> >
>> >17th. My daughter's is the 22nd.
>>
>> I thought you were the 21st. Damn.
>
>Yours is right around there, isn't it?
Used to be. Had them all pulled.
Ronald Grant
>Let's see how the ol' memory is doing--a Mexican bird with a conspicuous crest,
>sort of like a Mohawk?
The Large Crested Chingachgook?
Ronald Grant
You just have to follow the
Ronald Grant
<libe...@gmx.ch> wrote:
>
>"Potrzebie" was another word popular in Mad Magazine in those days.
>IIRC, it was an invented nonsense word, though it is now the name of a
>font and a couple of other things. They did a classic parody of
>Chaucer:
>
>Whon thotte Aprylle swythyn Potrzebie,
>The burgydde Pryllye gyves one hebijebie.
>Do pairdish Kansas City Harry Truman
>Though bawthinge to the schlepper, Alfred Neuman
>Then harke the mawkinge swabish crucial
>And batting fourth position Musial
>
>Etc.
Don't remember the Chaucer bit but do remember farshlugginer, a
Yiddish word they used often then. A thing of no or little value.
Ronald Grant
<libe...@gmx.ch> wrote:
>On Sat, 29 Nov 2003 01:58:21 GMT, kill da rabbit
><o...@noidontthinkso.com> favored us with:
>
>> Zemedelec wrote:
>>
>> > Let's see how the ol' memory is doing--a Mexican bird with a conspicuous crest,
>> > sort of like a Mohawk?
>> > zemedelec
>>
>> what?
>> could you maybe include just enough of the post you're replying to so we
>> know what you're talking about?
>
>You've got to BE the thread . . . then you will understand,
>grasshopper.
Does not the thread hold the cloak or the cloak the man? Should he
break wind, does it not remain so? Indeed.
Ronald Grant
Then lend ear to this and commit it to memory,
"Nor may the meaning be referred to referents external to the text,
for the analysis also argues that the claimed referentiality of a text
is irreducibly metaphorical, based on a distinction between inside and
outside that is shown to be a logical fiction."
Ronald Grant
wrote:
>
>
>
>
>
><< Zemedelec wrote:
>
>> Let's see how the ol' memory is doing--a Mexican bird with a conspicuous
>crest,
>> sort of like a Mohawk?
>> zemedelec
>
>what?
>could you maybe include just enough of the post you're replying to so we
>know what you're talking about?
>
>It was:
>
>I wandered lonely as a clod
>Just picking up old rags and bottles
>As onward on my way I trod
>I saw a host of axolotls
>Beside the lake, beneath the trees
>A sight to make a man's blood freeze
>
>
And to add further confusion:
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
metonymy
> for the analysis also argues that the claimed referentiality of a text
> is irreducibly metaphorical, based on a distinction between inside and
> outside that is shown to be a logical fiction."
Yeah, my 5 year old came home from Kindergarten with 9 hours
of homework for the Thanksgiving holiday. Some of it like the
above. This Amato is one tough son of a bitch.
kill da rabbit
I understood that.
What can I do to help myself?
kill da rabbit
and to add clarity:
Two slugs slithered on a yellow wood
and sorry I could not trample both,
being one trampler, long I stood
and looked them down as fierce as I could
to where they sat in the undergrowth...
I will be telling this with a sigh
somewhere sitting upon a fence:
two slugs slithered on a yellow wood
and I --I ate the slug less trampled by,
and that has made all the difference.
By B. Katt (1999 - )
Willielmus de Noers
favored us with:
> >> Let's see how the ol' memory is doing--a Mexican bird with a conspicuous crest,
> >> sort of like a Mohawk?
> >> zemedelec
> >
> >what?
> >could you maybe include just enough of the post you're replying to so we
> >know what you're talking about?
>
> You just have to follow the
Ed Zachary.
BE the thread, grasshopper.
Willielmus de Noers
favored us with:
> >"Potrzebie" was another word popular in Mad Magazine in those days.
> >IIRC, it was an invented nonsense word, though it is now the name of a
> >font and a couple of other things. They did a classic parody of
> >Chaucer:
> >
> >Whon thotte Aprylle swythyn Potrzebie,
> >The burgydde Pryllye gyves one hebijebie.
> >Do pairdish Kansas City Harry Truman
> >Though bawthinge to the schlepper, Alfred Neuman
> >Then harke the mawkinge swabish crucial
> >And batting fourth position Musial
> >
> >Etc.
>
> Don't remember the Chaucer bit but do remember farshlugginer, a
> Yiddish word they used often then. A thing of no or little value.
Moxie was another one.
Willielmus de Noers
favored us with:
> >> > Let's see how the ol' memory is doing--a Mexican bird with a conspicuous crest,
> >> > sort of like a Mohawk?
> >> > zemedelec
> >>
> >> what?
> >> could you maybe include just enough of the post you're replying to so we
> >> know what you're talking about?
> >
> >You've got to BE the thread . . . then you will understand,
> >grasshopper.
>
> Does not the thread hold the cloak or the cloak the man? Should he
> break wind, does it not remain so? Indeed.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
Willielmus de Noers
favored us with:
> "Nor may the meaning be referred to referents external to the text,
> for the analysis also argues that the claimed referentiality of a text
> is irreducibly metaphorical, based on a distinction between inside and
> outside that is shown to be a logical fiction."
Philology recapitulates ontology.
Willielmus de Noers
favored us with:
> >I wandered lonely as a clod
> >Just picking up old rags and bottles
> >As onward on my way I trod
> >I saw a host of axolotls
> >Beside the lake, beneath the trees
> >A sight to make a man's blood freeze
Some had handles, some were plain
They came in pink, red, blue and green
The damnedest sight I've ever seen . . .
> And to add further confusion:
>
> I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
> That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
> When all at once I saw a crowd,
> A host, of golden daffodils;
> Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
> Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
> Continuous as the stars that shine
I didn't know until years later that it was a parody.
> And twinkle on the Milky Way,
> They stretch'd in never-ending line
> Along the margin of a bay:
> Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
> Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
> The waves beside them danced; but they
>
>
> Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
> A poet could not but be gay,
> In such a jocund company:
> I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
> What wealth the show to me had brought:
> For oft, when on my couch I lie
>
>
> In vacant or in pensive mood,
> They flash upon that inward eye
> Which is the bliss of solitude;
> And then my heart with pleasure fills,
> And dances with the daffodils.
>
> By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
--
metonymy
> Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I might get etherized tonight, buy I'll stay off the table.
Ronald Grant
Ronald Grant
Up your meds.
Ronald Grant
<libe...@gmx.ch> wrote:
>On Sat, 29 Nov 2003 17:21:20 GMT, R...@mindless.com (Ronald Grant)
>favored us with:
>
>> >"Potrzebie" was another word popular in Mad Magazine in those days.
>> >IIRC, it was an invented nonsense word, though it is now the name of a
>> >font and a couple of other things. They did a classic parody of
>> >Chaucer:
>> >
>> >Whon thotte Aprylle swythyn Potrzebie,
>> >The burgydde Pryllye gyves one hebijebie.
>> >Do pairdish Kansas City Harry Truman
>> >Though bawthinge to the schlepper, Alfred Neuman
>> >Then harke the mawkinge swabish crucial
>> >And batting fourth position Musial
>> >
>> >Etc.
>>
>> Don't remember the Chaucer bit but do remember farshlugginer, a
>> Yiddish word they used often then. A thing of no or little value.
>
>Moxie was another one.
Yep, had forgot that. Did a whole bit on Moxie Beer too.
Ronald Grant
<libe...@gmx.ch> wrote:
>On Sat, 29 Nov 2003 17:24:17 GMT, R...@mindless.com (Ronald Grant)
>favored us with:
>
>> >> > Let's see how the ol' memory is doing--a Mexican bird with a conspicuous crest,
>> >> > sort of like a Mohawk?
>> >> > zemedelec
>> >>
>> >> what?
>> >> could you maybe include just enough of the post you're replying to so we
>> >> know what you're talking about?
>> >
>> >You've got to BE the thread . . . then you will understand,
>> >grasshopper.
>>
>> Does not the thread hold the cloak or the cloak the man? Should he
>> break wind, does it not remain so? Indeed.
>
>Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
Don't think I'll frock with that one.
Ronald Grant
<libe...@gmx.ch> wrote:
>On Sat, 29 Nov 2003 17:27:00 GMT, R...@mindless.com (Ronald Grant)
>favored us with:
>
>> "Nor may the meaning be referred to referents external to the text,
>> for the analysis also argues that the claimed referentiality of a text
>> is irreducibly metaphorical, based on a distinction between inside and
>> outside that is shown to be a logical fiction."
>
>Philology recapitulates ontology.
I mentioned that to my mechanic the other day and he said, "Hand me
that 3/4 socket will ya."
What do you think he meant by that?
Ronald Grant
<libe...@gmx.ch> wrote:
>W. de N.
>
>Death twitches my ear, "Live," he says; "I am coming."
>
> -- Virgil (70-19 BC)
In "The Fugative Kind" (from Orpheus Descending) Brando is talking to
Joanne Woodward at a cemerery at night.
Woodward (if I remember correctly): Listen to the dead people.
Brando: Dead people can't talk.
Woodward: Yes they can but they can only say one word: Live.
Zemedelec
>IIRC, it was an invented nonsense word, though it is now the name of a font
I bet the guy who thought it up was a Pole. It's not in my Czech dictionary,
but except for the -ie ending, it could be.
It's nice to know it crept into the language, like Vaclav Havel's coinage,
"Ptydepe", which now in spoken and written Czech means "gobbldegook,"
zemedelec
Zemedelec
maybe in beer too.) Came from a Chinese herb called moxa, although that may
not be the proper Asian name.
zemedelec
kill da rabbit
What? And end up like Rush Limbaugh? Noooooo thank YOU.
Willielmus de Noers
favored us with:
> Moxie used to mean energy, nerve. It originally was used in medicine (and
> maybe in beer too.) Came from a Chinese herb called moxa, although that may
> not be the proper Asian name.
"Dat kid's got moxie!"
Isn't it some kind of soft drink, too?
--
W. de N.
Death twitches my ear, "Live," he says; "I am coming."
-- Virgil (70-19 BC)
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Ronald Grant
Boy Rex Root Beer sure has a lot of ZOW!