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One Carriage House Haiku

Memphis Niagara
Fall's fat fans laid; carriage rock  
Nagasaki wine 

          CHH 2

          phiz metallurgy
          falls fat stone laid at your carriage  
          no! go, saki wine  


                         --Brindo
                         [@ Wallace Darwen Brindle 2003]

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Aan George Abulafia van Hollywood, CA: 

Betreffende uw e-mail van 14 de Heer van augustus 03... uh... (biological): 

Wij antwoorden thusly! 

De beperkingen (en de WET en de ORDE en COPS en de TRIBUNES en CENTURIONS 
geven ons vrij! En niet UNO zelf! Niet zo Sidebar: De Holocaust is vrij te
hideously feitelijk, als u denkt anders u Nazi of Nazi apologist en een 
revisionist uit George Orwell bent. ("Niemand komt aan mijn Web Pavillion, 
zodat kunt u kung fu worden woedend gemaakt niet omdat u iemand en niet hier, 
daarom." bent) Word dit nu alle bigots. Addendum: Uw het jammeren ' bepaalde 
het onbelangrijke categorische denken ' vooraf is codespeak voor wet en orde 
misdadig-mening-IST het slappe gimping. Is wet en orde (< i>Salus populisuprema 
lex esti -- de "Veiligheid van de mensen is de hoogste wet." 

--> niet de veiligheid van crud-geleide poseurs, cons., en fakirs) te hard om
voor een moedige sterke Hollywood held, allen door zich te behandelen? Zelfde 
voor anti-intellectuele bigotry CR*P. Oh, GROTE WOORDEN... oh!... Welk deel van
niet < b>national language u begrijpt, alstublieft? "Ya, waren wij gonna ' GLB
em..." Afschuwelijk, obsceen, MOET het MOGELIJKE SLECHTS materiaal van de BASIS 
KENNEN. Weet u wie niet ik, imperson-monster Elvis ben? Is het duidelijk niet, 
Senator? U hebben geen fatsoendozen voor inna van Wyatt Urp skirmeth in 
eetkamer aan boord van Titanic zonder enig boozeuiteinde van? 

            -----Van Wallace het Woordmooi van Delft (03:08:15:10:10 @ 1929)




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Yes, true, we spend time interfacing with these conceptualist masters...so...?
like...? What are you trying to say? I mean, "like, I'm looking at you,
so I'm obviously relating to you, man... / ...don't jump and make trouble!"

 

  • John Cage
  • William S. Burroughs [GETS]
  • William T. Vollmann
  • Wallace D. Brindle
  • The Dada Painters and Poets
  • Jorg Louis Borges
  • Aristophanes
  • Lenny Bruce
    Espérance Studio Productions is a (founding) member of Cabaret Voltaire. Are you? Interesting Video Film Link I think... You? This is all good stuff, for many of me. You? Not often anthologized... ...wonderful story...movie optionable... or public domain...must check...a CVG7 (IIG) Inside Investors Group? You? "Our exalted task then is to find order in these seven meausres, a pattern that is distinct and will keep always the sense alert and the memory clear . . . This exalted and incomparable config- uration not only performs the function of preserving entrusted things, words, and arts. . .but in addition it gives us true knowledge. . . ." --Giulio Camillo Delminio, L'idea del Theatro, Florence Torrentino, 1550, Introduction "If confusion is the sign of the times, I see at the root of this confusion a rupture between things and words, between things and the ideas and signs that are their representation." / "The only cure for madness is the innocence of facts" --Antonin Artaud, The Theater and Its Double "In general, the impossible must be justified by reference to artistic requirements, or to the higher reality, or to received opinion. With respect to the requirements of art, a probable impossibility is to be preferred to a thing improbable and yet possible. Again, it may be impossible that there should be men such as Zeuxis painted. ‘Yes,’ we say, ‘but the impossible is the higher thing; for the ideal type must surpass the realty.’ To justify the irrational, we appeal to what is commonly said to be. In addition to which, we urge that the irrational some- times does not violate reason; just as ‘it is probable that a thing may happen contrary to probability.’" --Aristotle, Poetics
    A new poem and an old poem before the big CDAct push (it is only fear, you see?) ?Freud? called it displacement behavior: but I am larger than DP -- I laugh at DP -- of course...yes, I laugh much, Socrates, neverthelesss: phooey! We move... I, Voltaironaut.

    Sonnet I (With Ballad Leaves) For The Storm Bird Just Outside Of Arabesque 6th draft © Wallace Darwen Brindle 2003 His storm^*^ brought drums and guns and guns and drums... On past the bunker here it zagged in flight I mired inside my cove of corner bricks South 3rd St. trees were falling through in time They'd stood as passed such slaves! past Elvis' hips In '03 ^*^mort's a new arrival I'm Harried to free this "self" in Zigg E. plight O! unkissed lips so busy now from fright, But, seen as death defeated, "didn't scare;" Embraced Joan Didion and Blake and Fred Astaire. St. Paul says this; "...killed's*m*other..." --divorcers' hiss; So forced in preternatural ills tempest Quel danser!, she knew 10,000, yes, of course Photographed by Father on a horse. Both: wings of dancer's, soldier's: Memphis' quest': That he his mom one left one right wings touched. Och, Wally, we hardly knew ye! Involuntary -- such [Never assume! Post hoc ergo ante hoc*] solitary run-on gallons, rum, four galleons, cogito ergo sum dal segno, sisters balk! da capo would resume... (signed) Besieged O! Memphis! --Wolly Bloom *"What follows causes what came before (see top Java-script play)" cf. Post hoc ergo propter hoc -- rhetorical fallacy: "After this therfore because of this." --Special thanks to Prof. U_____ E______ S________s Chair, University of Bologna. Can't reveal name at this time, because of book necessarily kept secret until complete cap- itulation of Across Street Plagued Man, though an persoanlized, autographed, copy of my own is held at 731X Plum St., New Orleans. ([illegal] detainer {sic} See Blue Ridge, GA, Sherrif's Dept. bind- ing arrangement, et. al. Worth $1.000.00 to me with two [autographed] others, for starters. But first, the 3 are to be delivered to 600 Poplar at once. FedEx. Insured for $3,000.00)

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    Science Fiction Poem for Gillian Anderson and Jodie Foster Dur Tsheirä [Earthenglish trans.: They Met Voltar’s Star Mandraqans at Touyazberneeÿe!]] They clamoured in the Urdeck portals Knowing my name. I knew. Saw this: Fully 200 of them had begun Goq-tshee And, the reps we study? they looked worse. Moans rafted closer, louder; helpless, useless; I despaired for my crew, eyes and arms 10-D; No contraportals jiward nor floward - any D! Sustained streams of synthetic flesh flopped in. Indecent slop, easily 500 had achieved Goq-tshee. Through red blood tristed mist I saw Durrain, My Third Thoughtman, barely throwing them off, Struggling his way up to Urdeck, where I specked The dimensions inside mind for some Tsheiïraform; My trained calm was like glass: smooth but brittle. Durrain, he came through their middle, a fleet will, True Thoughtman, born for 10-D, a kin to The All; Throwing himself Path to me, while I hovered, agape; No doubt 1000 x 5 slithepluck sounds sucked at our deck. ~~ /-S3-/ to be continued...by the taker of the baton Wallace Darwen Brindle, carrying on for /-S3-/ undaunted... 11:41 (11/02/2^0) ...so Contact minded persons use: wdb@bbxinvest.com

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    The image we can both laugh at, I'm too shrrr, that next day was of NEW INFORMATION {unfamiliar with the behavior!Not available to Pillowman or Sophist: Hidous[!#!&^], if Burt were to get this info FIRST!!...(c-m-sane?/?) They Met Voltar’s Star Mandraqans at Touyazberneeÿe!]

    Friday 5 Too Rolled C.,M.Dav. None of your emails have been read. Only sent to Spam. For obvious reasons: so you don't have to be embarrassed. is that spelled correctly? DEAR I'm Real Man Roy [cf. Norman Mailer [author NAME!] on Dick Cavitt Show, actually the other way around, anagram shly speaking.]: I have spoken to Doris Miller at Pyramid Rehab. Center about you this morning, without mentioning your name. The address of Pyramid is 1833 S. Third Street. Her Number is 901.948.4862. She asked me to do all I can, because I am extremely concerned about C.MD, to call and make an appointment to chat with Debra at Harbor House, 901.743.1836 I will do this with you, if that is all Dr. Goode-ish Nice and Burt-freeze- all-sayin'-dats-known, I will go to the appointment with you. I will visit you funny, and bring you books about your one interest to date (when you get whole again, many more interests will pop up like the "good ads", worry not, in abundant peace and inneresting* (sic-WSBurr.) conditions), albino tigers, and tell you about Pillowman's latest hi-jinks. By the way, since "no one goes to [this] site, ergo: you don't either and have not read anything here, including the spelling *horrors." Of course, a person who is wrong about one thing might be wrong about all 5 sand-line-crossings you made on afternoon of 31 July 03. Such a person might, ceteris paribus, also be wrong about how to get well. Work, for you now, is not the answer. Check Bob out on this, if you don't believe me. That's what "he-they" correctly informed another person a few weeks back. For you, money is just a path to drinking, (at present). You can't keep this current non-program up. It is just fear & cowardly self-loathing. But that will go away, after. It’s with all good tigers, (signed) Wagnerian White Knight Wallace Wanderlandes 08/01/03, South Kinna Bunker Port FREEBIE: To save image: Find an image that is not protected by international (or any) copyright law. Right mouse click on it. Save as (neat little) box that shows up at clicktime Rename to suit or leave as is in box's field for such. (Check these out in situ); you are drop-down menu availed with options. Use only .gif or .jpg or .jpeg (same as .jpg) if presented with those options, otherwise, you pay [me, $3.50/50 per above] for handling the dreaded .bmp (not always such a 'neat' "little" box). Pick "save to"-> 'Desktop' or I'll $3.50/50 you, if disabled (the system you're on, not you, [N.B.: I don't believe in "disabled" anymore than I believe in Murphy's ability to contain judges qua judges) ...if 'Desktop' saves are disabled on your public terminal, save it to 'My Documents' or make a new "C" drive folder for yo' bad sel'. Click Save. Don't forget to drag and drop img. file to TRASH before leaving computer terminal after finished. I gotta reputation, wyncha?. Upload with the browse option at your Web site. Provided you haven't forgotten where you saved the image file at. In which case: $3.50/50 -_-_-_Begin Courtesy Link:-_-_-_- Kent's Guestbook [Get your own FREE GuestBook] [Get your own FREE Counter] Name: Wallace DeeCe S in M (Homepage) Country: USA Date: Mon Aug 11 17:38:05 2003 Comment: PART 2 OF 1 Name: Wallace DeeBe Stuck In Memphis (Homepage) Country: USA Date: Mon Aug 11 17:34:46 2003 Comment: Dear Kent's G. No one knows how marvellous you are. OK, I read two blobs. www.nytimes.org and yourn, c-m-sane? My and Brandi Reoderick's dinner club friends in Hurlbank are !snaF giB -- we really mean it! How does this thing you do happen -- the x factor -- the IT-ness, how please? And how does it come to you -- is it just like a swirly vapor or does it... /<-1st/2nd->/ ...have arms and legs? You're mmmharbhvelloubz. I study. I hope. I live. I laugh. I smile. I rifle through KB and NYT! ergo SUM! BABY! And don't kid yourself, you are on the fast rail ride to Farrah, Straus, Fawcet! row! Fraakin eh ja!! Good forya, mANG! Wallace Deebe -_-_-_:End Courtesy Link-_-_-_
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    Guess what(?) It may be that this utterly inn-O-cent poem (P-O-E-M-[!]) has been read (inna skirmeth) with some odd trumped-up ms-under- standing. Huh?! Go figure...dunno? I've got to hand it to you, if you can read into this that .38 Special something with which I plainly have no familiarity... I mean...WHAT?????!?!?!!!!! ["scathing...rhetorical...half-comment..."] So, here's me: "No, because I just have a funny feeling, that's why -- that and your patently darkling patterns of behavior slip too histerically osmosing into the shod." (cf. German, schade).

    Man. Just: "Man." (arms akimbo, head shake, sky whorl storm flash of electriflash globe transmitters blow away array bradbury (I stood still for look 21 July 03 feller say...[falla?] --probably not. Respectfully, somewhat.) It has to be easy for me, too. Your (theoretical) psychoanalytial reading is preposterously forced itself, underworked if at all, and sadly telling of Freudian projection and reaction formation: one doesn't mind frankness in Bluff City do one?

    Moreover, as a result of this intentional Words Collide W.R. Hearst event, we will begin keypadding here, and for Mark D-Mem-C also, with a modicum of abstemious respect (she thinks I drink) e'en so, Roy Harris'^*^ critical social linguistic examination of Orwell's "Newspeak"; taken from the same superb Modern Critical Interpretation series source as that which Gentle Reader shall find below. No one knows how gloriously welcome ya'll are.

    Attend, D-Mem-C!, et alia!, and learn something!, I !DEMAND! it...kinna(!??) ^*^ The Newspeak parable is a parable which strikes home to any audience whose native language is English. For there is a sense in which the very variety and flexibility of English as a language seems to guarantee to its users their individual right to think and speak as they please (my italics --WB.MSTR.ED). It is no accident of history that English has never had a body equivalent to the Académie Française. The notion of a language subject to the dictatorial control of experts is as repugnant to most English [speaking --WB.MSTR.ED] people as the idea of censorship. As people who can draw upon the resources of one of the richest V-O-C-A-B-U-L-A-R-I-E-S (my strident emphasis, Sharon [[[Betty+]]]]Harry Murphy Freudian Saloonmistress and antiAmerican Subintendent Age-ist Dennis --WB.MSTR.ED) in the world, we can feel nothng but repulsion for the loathsome philologist from the Ministry of Truth (cf. The County Clerk, of William S. Burroughs and The Smok-E-Mirror Mountains' seat scoff-law driver late again to court -- _crew-The-People little white lab rabbit) in 1984 who says gloatingly: "It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words."



    Social Meteorologists!

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    Here are links that could defeat
    All dat 'fusion in deeclime'
    Show you yos; you show me mine:

    swimsuits i like
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    there with your properly attired for
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    friend, on the beach; with that submarine
    re-submerging off Australia. --Ya'll break
    a leg! You are certainly welcome!
    "...it's what i do!"
    "Well, true...but this you also do."



       From our ongoing look into literature and its helpmates for 
        the answer: "What Continues To Be Your Problem, Memphis?"
        with the hope and of a design that the entire book, George Orwell's
        1984, Interpretations Edited and with an Introduction by Harold
        Bloom, be published one day very soon as The Commercial    Appeal 
        du jour. Make it a Sunday; no ads, neither! (sic) Otherwise...      
                                  Concept @ 07/15/03-----W.D. BRINDLE/CVG7 
         George Orwell
                 Raymond Williams
                       fr. Chelsea House Publishers, New York, 1987*
    
        "It is not so much a series of books, it is more like a world."
        This is Orwell, on Dickens. "It is not so much a series of books,
        it is more like a case." This, today (fr. *Culture and Society 1780-
        1950 by R.W., Columbia University Press, 1958), is Orwell himself.  
        We have been using him, since his death, as the ground for a general
        argument, but this is not mainly an argument about ideas, it is an 
        argument about mood. It is not that he was a great artist, whose
        experience we have slowly to receive and value. It is not that he
        was an important thinker, whose ideas we have to interpret and ex-
        amine. His interest lies almost wholly in his frankness. With us,
        he inherited a great and humane tradition; with us he sought to apply
        it to the contemporary world. He went to books, and found in them the 
        detail of virtue and truth. He went to experience, and found in it
        the practice of loyalty, tolerance and sympathy. But, in the end,
    
              it was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were
              striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin muzzled into
              his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped
              quickly through the glass doors of Vicyory Mansions, though
              not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from
              entering along with him.
    
        The dust is part of the case: the caustic dust carried by the vile wind.
        Democracy, truth, art, equality, culture: all these we carry in our
        heads, but, in the street, the wind is everywhere. The great and 
        humane tradition is a wry joke; in the books it served, but put them
        down and look around you. It is not so much a disillusion, it is
        more like our actual world.
            The situation is a paradox: this kind of tradition, this kind
        of dust. We have made Orwell the figure of this paradox: in reacting
        to him we are reacting to a commo situation. England took the first
        shock of industrialization and its consequences, and from this it
        followed, on the one hand, that the humane response was, fine and
        deep -- the making of a real tradition; on the other hand that the
        material constitution of what was criticized was built widely into
        all our lives -- a powerful and committed reality. The interaction
        has been long, slow, and at times desperate. A man who lives it on
        his own senses is subject to extraordinary pressures. Orwell lived
        it, and frankly recorded it: this is why we attend to him. At the
        same time, although the situation is common, Orwell's response was
        his own, and has to be distinguished. Neither his affiliations, his
        difficulties nor his disillusion need to be taken as prescriptive.
        In the end, for any proper understanding, it is not so much a case,
        it is a series of books.
            The total effect of Orwell's work is an effect of paradox. He
        was a humane man who communicated an extreme of inhuman terror; a
        man committed to decency who actualized a distinctive squalor. These,
        perhaps, are elements of the general paradox. But there are other,
        more particular, paradoxes. He was a socialist, who popularized a
        severe and damaging criticism of the idea of socialism and of its 
        adherents.  [I'll get this flawless, exquisitely deeply trenchant
        (cf. "elegant des Toupalé") essay up here, in toto too, yet. 
        I pledge this to you, CabVolteers! --WB.MSTR.ED]
        
          
                          ()()()()()   
    
            from Keats' Endymion, II
    
            Like thunder clouds that spake to Babylon,    20  
            And set those old Chaldeans to their tasks.
            -- Are then regalities all gilded masks?
            No, there are throned seats unscalable
            But by a patient wing, a constant spell,
            Or by ethereal things that, unconfin'd,       25  
            Can make a ladder of the eternal wind, 
            And poise about in cloudy thunder-tents
            To watch the abysm-birth of elements.
            Aye, 'bove the withering of old-lipp'd Fate
            A thousand Powers kepp religious state,       30  
            In water, fiery realm, and airy bourne; 
            And, silent as a consecrated urn,
            Hold sphery sessions for a season due.
                   
                          ()()()()()
    
        ad: www.nytimes.org --A CVG7 Top 10 Sites site.
    
    

    
    So... "go be nice to people." --Lenny Bruce.
    Sex Safety Bulletin 2.01 - Beta follows, I'm quite cordial.
    Beautiful Russian Girls -- already in love -- Moving To Memphis From "
    E ! V ! E ! R ! Y ! W ! H ! E ! R ! E -- what are you going to do about
    Memphis Babes; they're doing your bits and routines -- is this not the 
    birthplace of SEXY? Excuse please? I'm sorry. What are you and I going
    to do about this together?  My... ---- name ... -- issssz -- 
    "Wallacestein!" [They must live downtown in luxury penthouse 
    suites they alla time at Bunker 'C'.]
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    CVG7's own CAugusteDupin reapplies to The Board of Man on
    
    Wenesday, July 2! Thursday, July 3! Friday, The 4th of July!
    [respectfully]
    2003! 
    help me leave this vicinity or sorrow and horror, 
    come to quite honestly, but by mistake and perfidy,
    and I'll make it worth your while--> So,,, 
    
    the question is Mr. Employer or awareness adept, are you from: 
    
    ...Albany or Mt. Vernon NY | or Munich | Cardigan; or Newcastle, Wales?
    
    Mr. Geets Rommo, 1959 Beat, says, "...[(...)]...Man, the answer
                                       ...is...out...THERE MAN!.!.!"
    
    [music (over web) Sonny Rollins, "East Broadway Rundown"]
    [dissolve in to CAugusteDupin walking down Main St.,
    (fingers raking through hair, thinking)]->[jump cut to 
    close-up, a day earlier keyboarding @ laptop in Gray's 
    Lounge -- location shot @ 161 Barton St., Memphis, TN;
    occasionally raking fingers through hair...waitress
    who looks like Nina Simone at 16 only with bright blue 
    hair (brings Mr. Dupin tea martunis) then:->][jump cut to 
    screen of laptop with waitress' blurred hand crossing in 
    front quickly:]
    [pan across to television set above bar:]
    [jump to frame picture w/sound:  Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau 
    sings on a small stage, with pianist accompanying:)]
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    Erlkönig [a dream version of this in sonya's dream?]
    N.B.: This translation is taken from Anthology for 
    Musical Analysis, C. Burkhart; Holt, Rinehart and 
    Winston, New York, 1964.  Franz Schubert used Goethe's 
    poem in 1815 when, at the age of 18, he produced the art 
    song:

    [Op 1: The Earl King] --Original German--> [Who rides so late through night and wind? It is a father with his child; He holds the boy in his arm, [He clasps him tight, he keeps him warm.] [My son, why hidest thy face in fear? Seest thou not, Father, the Erlking? The Erlking with crown and train? My son, 'tis but a streak of mist.] [O dear child, come away with me! Lovely games I'll play with thee! Many-colored flowers are on the field, My mother has many golden robes.] [My father, my father, hearest thou not What Erlking says so softly to me? Be still, be still, my child; In the withered leaves rustles the wind.] [Fair boy, wilt thou go with me? My lovely daughters shall wait on thee; My daughters keep their nightly revels; They will rock thee, dance, and sing.] [My father, my father, seest thou not Erlking's daughters in that dark place? My son, my son, I see clearly; It is only the old gray willow."] [I love thee, thy fair form ravishes me: If thou art not willing, I'll take thee by force. My father, my father, I feel his grasp! Erlking has done me harm!] [The father shudders, he rides fast, And holds in his arm the groaning child; He reaches home in pain and dread: In his arms the child lay dead!] Ignace Feuerlicht fr. the Journal of English and German Philology, LVIII (January 1959) Certain aspects of The Turn of the Screw remind one of Goethe's "Erlkönig." Although it can hardly be attempted to establish the direct "influence" of the widely known German ballad on James's story, a comparison of the two reveals a significant number of common traits and may deepen the understanding of both. There is above all the unity of actors: the child, the adult in charge of it, and the spirit; though in the The Turn of the Screw, because of the "other tutn of the screw," the number is multiplied by two and we have two children, two adults, and two spirits. The story and the ballad also have the same basic theme: An evil spirit tries to get hold of a beautiful child whom an adult tries to protect. At the end, the child dies mysteriously in the arms of his protector. [08.04.03]-->[More soon!]

        (Op. 1) Erlkönig 
                    
    Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind
    Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;
    Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm, 
    Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm. -
    
    Mein Sohn, was brigst du so bang dein Gesicht? -
    Siehst, Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht?
    Den Erlenkönig mit Kron und Schweif? -
    Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebel streif. -
    
    Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir!
    Gar schöne Spiele spiel ich mit dir;
    Manch bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand;
    Meine Mutter hat manch gülden Gewand.?
    
    Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht,
    Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht? -
    Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind!
    In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind. -
    
    Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehn?
    Meine Töchter sollen dich warten schön;
    Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn
    Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein.?
    
    Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort
    Erlkönigs Töchter am düstern Ort? -
    Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh es genau;
    Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau. -
    
    Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt;
    Und bist du nicht willig; so brauch ich Gewalt.? -
    Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt faßt er mich an!
    Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan! -
    
    Dem Vater grauset?s, er reitet geschwind,
    Er hält in den Armen das ächzende Kind,
    Erreicht den Hof mit Mühe und Not;
    In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.
    
    ..........................................
    [(5 or 6 medium and wide shots to show:) Almost simultaneously 
    with the end of Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau's performance of Erl-
    könig on the TV, every single one of the black "Hard Blues Cases", 
    not to include CAugusteDupin, leave the bar, drinks unfinished, 
    cigarettes left burning (shot of mystified bartender {[over] sound 
    of cars leaving gravel parking lot, heard but unhurried.})]
    [close-up Dupin screen:]
    
    25 June 2003 - Memphis, TN;  
    CAugusteDupin --on the scene-- 
    All for you, --in, and in, way-way in;
    "America's Most Dangerous City": 
    Hmm, “this just in...”
    
    Well, Bunker 'G' came through with 2 of 3 Interlibrary 
    Loans! Still waiting on the Goethe vol. Divan of 
    West and East… ALSO CLICK…[…]Excellent, Excellent... 
    The Western Lands (Extreme!, of course, since "it holds 
    up the Mirror" -- brutal and disgusting on an as-needed 
    basis; ergo, lots of information important for the safety 
    of travelers' who may be heading on into Murphy('s), WC). 
    
               by William S. Burroughs. 
    
    Being and Time  [Sein und Zeit]
    
                by Martin Heidegger 
    
    Ms. Joan Stambaugh -- a nice translation, but why trans-
    literate the Greek? If a person doesn't know Greek, what 
    is the sound of the words going to do for them? NOLA, this
    smells of you, or one of your bandwagons, or whatever you 
    call those mini-4-gal-booze-cult sled parties for Fat 
    Tuesday half-month, I can tell you... and this! For 
    which I have hunted and hunched high and medium for years, 
    since I heard a narrated rendition in a television machine 
    documentary about its author, 
    
                  Elizabeth Bishop
    
                  One Art 
    
      The art of losing isn't hard to master;
      so many things seem filled with intent
      to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
    
      Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
      of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
      The art of losing isn't hard to master.
    
      Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
      places, and names, and where it was you meant
      to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
    
      I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
      next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
      The art of losing isn't hard to master.
    
      I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
      some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
      I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
    
      --Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
      I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
      the art of losing's not too hard to master
      though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
    
      1976             
    
    [tell that to Howard Stern, wyncha...]
    
    Someone said Reading, PA was nice but its libraries
    were extraordinary! Anyone...anyone...?  Na, Albany,
    Albany, Albany... Look Out Albany, you got me! 
    (cf Fats Waller, "Hero Was a Hero", Theresa.)
    
                           -- or not --
    
    
    
    
    http://www.newcastle-emlyn.com/gallery/index.shtml
    
    1
     Bryn Y Mor, Felinwynt, Cardigan, 
    Ceredigion: ~ Wales Sleeps 2. Sorry 
    no pets. Low season £120-£160 per 
    week. High season £200-£280 per week.
    
    2
     Glanafon Bach, Llandygwydd, Cardigan, 
    Ceredigion: ~ Wales Sleeps 2. Sorry no 
    pets. WTB: 4 Stars. Low season £100-
    £225 per wk. High season £250-£320 
    per wk.
    
    3
     Riverhill Cottage, 17 Riverhill Cottages, St.Dogmaels, 
    Pembrokeshire: ~ Wales | Sleeps 2 +travel cot. Sorry no pets. 
    No smoking. Low season £160-£250 per wk. High season £260-£345 
    per wk.
    
    4
     The Old Pottery, Geulan Goch, Eglwyswen, Nr Newport, 
    Pembrokeshire: ~ Wales | Sleeps 2 +cot. Sorry no pets. Low 
    season £150-£180 per week. High season £245-£325 per week.
    
    5
     The Corn Loft, Middle Mill, Solva, Pembrokeshire: ~ Wales
    Sleeps 2 / 3. Sorry no pets. No smoking. Low season £200-£300 
    per wk. High season £300-£385 per wk.
    
    6
     Brewery Cottage, Llanfallteg, Whitland, Pembrokeshire: ~ Wales
    Sleeps up to 4. Pet welcomed - £10 charge per week. Low season £150 per wk. 
    High season £250 per wk.
    
    7
     Newfoundland Cottage, Brynberian, Crymych, Pembrokeshire: ~ Wales
    Sleeps 2 / 4. Pets welcome. Prices £100-£250 per wk.
     
    8
     Swn y Gwynt, Greenhill, Llangunnor, Carmarthen, Carmarthenshire: ~ 
    Wales | Sleeps up to 4 +cot. Pets welcome by arrangement. WTB 5 Stars.
    Accessibility grade 1. Low season £225 per wk. Mid June to Mid Sept 
    £300 per wk.
    
    9
     Bryn-Teg Cottage, Mathry, Nr Letterston, Pembrokeshire: ~ Wales
    Sleeps 4 +cot. Sorry no pets. WTB: 4 Stars. Low season £215-£315 per 
    wk. High season £265-£395 per wk. Short breaks outside high season.
    
    10
     Y Ysgubor, The Mill, Abercych, Pembrokeshire: ~ Wales
    Sleeps 4 +cot. Sorry no pets. Low season £140-£270 per wk. High season £320-
    £440 per wk. Xmas/New Year £440 per wk.
    
    
    
    19-JULY-03   Has anyone seen this woman -- or more of her work?
    
                  Gloria Brown Melton, Ph.D.
    
    Her Donald-E-Knuth's--Projected-7-Volume--The-Art-Of-Com-
    puter-Programming--Reads-Like-A-Poem-Said-One-Japanese-
    Computer-Scientist-Quality (dissertation) writing of Blacks In 
    Memphis, 1920-1955: A Historical Study has won the Cabaret 
    Voltaire Group's indistinguishable (not her fault, indeed, I 
    "can't find a one") Excellence In Important Non-Fiction/Scholarly/
    Academic/ Scientific/Technical Writing Award [for her 1982] [Uni-
    versity Microfilms International (I found it at Bunker 'CC', (other) 
    Gloria CallahandlÜke, if you must constantly know the 
    ...uh... Whereabouts...disgust you to see her obsequiousness in lol-
    ling tongue feeler find blue mark need and blind fingers palpating, 
    palpating, palpating over gravel tar pit squad car donuts (Sanita-
    tion Worker explaining to his super -- "...she musta crawled in 
    there while me 'n' Eddie was takin' a leak...[?];" crawls, palpating 
    out, palpating, palpating...) towards something...it's - it's... is 
    that his... cologne?:::--> Wallace D. Brindle...who is never quite 
    ~specialized~ ...)] =+=Cop shop front desk man being spelled: 
       "Anything inneresting tonight, Mike?" 
       "One entry found for palpating." 
       "[...?]"
    
    "-- it just relates out and out..."
    
    Dictionary - Thesaurus 
    
            Get the Top 10 Most Popular Sites for "palpating" !
    
    1 entry found for palpating.
    pal·pate1    ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (plpt)
    tr.v. pal·pat·ed, pal·pat·ing, pal·pates 
    To examine or explore by touching (an organ or area of the 
    body), usually as a diagnostic aid. See Synonyms at touch.
    ------------------------------------------------------------------------
    [Latin palpare, palpat-, to touch gently. See pl- in Indo-European Roots.]
    long 'a' in both second syllables [can't bring up my ASCII symbols...ulp!]
    ------------------------------------------------------------------------
    pal·pation n. 
    palpator n. 
    palpa·tory (-p-tôr, -tr) adj. 
    
    Source: The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 
    Fourth Edition. Copyright © 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company.
    Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.
    [Buy it] 
    
    Anyway, what happened to this sublime and gifted writer Gloria Brown 
    Melton?  Whad'y'all do with her, please?  {Maybe she got the Munich 
    cure. [dunno...]}
    
    Once again, we call upon the Great Greeks, to explain 
    the inexplicable and excuse the inexcusable: our little 
    333 page Web Emporium -- of a Disturbed Individual, 
    with Communication, Culture, Fun and Games [DIC2FG] for 
    all… If it pleases you...(cheerfully & patronizingly:) 
    mmm? -&^/,-... oh... 
    
    
         &
    ...scrolling above the task bar on Ms. Jack Zouqe's computer; and
    this in answer ex post facto to Terrible Tom's diatribe against
    the Memphis/Shelby Co. Library & its stunningly beautiful didactic 
    front area [architects, others: ?_________? please.] where Karl Marx 
    is quoted, [among hundreds of others], [the scrolling of our present 
    rambling not his] the following:
    
    "Censorship, like charity, should begin at home, but unlike charity, 
    it should end there." --Clare Boothe Luce [Thanks to Quotations Net 
    for correcting my quickie-goof. --WB.MSTR]
    
    

    O yeah! O yeah! Let all persons know by these presents.

    FWRSCI

    Then a Series 3 AP |||| Current Vector is the Commodities Trading Advisor (CTA) dynamic. These narratives and the ongoing work added regularly thereto are the sole property of Philosopher* artist scientist cinematographer criminologist hyper-giga- alpha-male-King*^*^ Wallace Darwen Brindle, of Memphis, ^*^among other things (please see above), a Broker --at one time with Union Bank of Switzerland-Paine Webber in St. Paul / and E.F. Hutton, St Paul; Merrill Lynch in NYC at 1 Penn Plaza, (across from Penn Station); and also at a well-known firm at 29 Exchange St., NYC c. 1987... it's quite complicated. No felonies -- well, I have a "thing" for comedienne, Sandra Bernhardt, does that count? (dunno)...(is she? are you sure? I don't think so...)

    ESP --Casting Department Favorite-- ESP
    
    [We like everything we read (too) at these 
    T.W. sites, industry people, nota bene! 
    (you're welcome! Burbank, NY, Cannes, ____!
    Cannes Film Festival "OUT-OF-LEFT-FIELD" A-
    WARD...)] "She puts me in touch with my muse;
    she makes me feel like creating a new film
    idea and taking it over that line is the obvious 
    and fun thing to be doing." -- W.D. Brindle
    
    www.tonyawhitelive.com/
    www.dreamtalentusa.com/welcome2.htm
    http://www.risingstars.com.ua/models/tonya_white.shtml
    
    Tonya White 
    Personal Info: 
    
    Location Birmingham Alabama  
     
    Age 29 
    Height 5'9" 
    Weight 140 lbs. 
    Bust 36 
    Waist 29 
    Hips 37 
    Hair Brown 
    Eyes Hazel 
    Blouse Medium 
    Dress 7/8 
    Pants/jeans 9-10 
    Shoe 10 
    
    Status   Professional 
     
    Available For: 
    Fashion Runway 
    Spokesmodel Commercials 
    Promotions Voice Over 
    Acting Video/Film 
    Catalog Swimwear 
    Calendar Glamour 
    Lingerie 
    
     
    Courtesy Link... 
    (In this biz, "*It Never Hurts 
    To Help*")  *--Eek, the Cat*
    

    ThE MiDnIgHt RoSwElL TrAiLeR
    PaRk ElViS SeX CuLt MuRdErS

    As begun at "Dimples" in Burbank
    that night [across fr. NBC] entitled
    then Viva Las Psychos; we seek
    the other three who were at the 450
    W. Doran casual film production discus
    sion somewhere in summers 1985 or 86
    (Swiss+Short_Cut_T+Editing_Technician)

    <-- Chad Deleroix's Act
    (Surrealist
    Opera Digital Film /icw/ If_Now_I_Am)


    (a treatment of) The Treatment

    Narratives in progress, linked to photos, are copyrighted by ESP & Brindle Writing Projects E.S.P.

    [Computer Science, Programming 
    and Mathematics Linked Moved To:
    http;//www.tbns.net/vu/ repaired 
    oopsy-doopsy link 19JULY03, I am sorry about that which was untoward.]
    
    
    
    HQ Spokesmodel Spought: CVG7 Seeks a caucasian or Cuban Hisp. or Greek 
    Med. model of about 5'2" with bikini figure and a wacky redhead -(but 
    lead looks)- second banana personality (cf. Vicki Lewis) for a $100 an 
    hour, minimum 4 hour, session for a T-shirt photo with the real Rod Usher 
    of Rod and Maddie Ushers' Blues Art Farm Loose Little Bistro Band.        
                               [RUMUBAFL2B2] 
    You will be (in abstentia situ [?]) Maddie Usher -- so know how to hold 
    a bass guitar or stand with verisimilitude in front (side shot probably -
    naturally - or SSW, so to say) of a keyboard -- or if needs be an oboe 
    will work, surprise me -- nothing "blue" -- promise. Rather, Totally Legit 
    & Safe -- even in Memphis. ALSO: Casting for an indefilm, in case you are 
    multi-talented... This is, however only in pre-production at present. Still,
    keep us in mind, if... WDB [RU] / Memphis, TN; New York, NY; St. Paul, MN; 
    New Orleans LA; Los Angeles, CA; Bayreuth - Edinburgh - Montreux - ? 
    
    So: special hello to the applicants --ah!-- from .......................
    C A N A D A ! -- my father, Sergeant Major Norman Leslie Brindle, born in
    Darwen Lancs, UK, fought in The Great War beginning at age 13, when he and
    his father, Sapper W. Brindle*, joined the Canadian Army together. 
    *Author of [In] France and Flanders
    
    
    
    

    For Immediate Release: 06/16/2003

    Why I Am Unable To Obtain Even Entry-Level Employment When I Can Buy And Sell Virtually Any/All Comfy Others, Learning-For-Learning, Talent-For-Talent, Honesty-For- Honesty Measuring, and Drive-For-Drive, Loyalty-For-Loyalty, Years_Left_On_Earth_Bright_Eyed_and_Bushy_Tailed For Same! My dearest of Gentle Readers: Because of the inaction of members or officers in all the availing branches of the United States government, as such failing at prohibiting de facto Dickensian Debtors' Prison (the bizarre and anti-American employment [standard and ubiquitous] practice of denying applicants' employment rights using their credit rating, obtained from, probably, illegal use of Social Security numbers; thereby making it impossible for a free-walking inmate of this system to pay back the debts); and yes, some of us came by our rating honestly, moreover, not wishing to use bank- ruptcy to avoid paying back our debtors, because of this usurping and perfidy worthy of a felon within the behav- ior of "Human Resources professionals" and other persons who hire, I am sitting now at "Bunker G" with a book. The name of the book is The ExOffender's Job Search Compan- ion (Getting a Good Job Despite Your Record), by Kathleen Lordan, Cambridge Educational, Charleston, 1997 Without fearing reprisals from -- unintended by the found- ing fathers – Ageism-befouled Capitalist Rage at being told what they can or can't do with regard to hiring hideously undesirable people with the unutterably putrescent age of 54 [meaningless, nominal, numerical only] -- let it be known that every hour of every day these same perfectly honest and reliably patriotic entities toss my resumé without a glance beyond the time it takes them to subtract a likely HS Grad. date - 17 from the current year. How is this pos- sible in America in 2003? Is there a government representative and/or TN/ACLU attor- ney or ACLU attorney who will help me. I am reduced to liv- ing in a ________ ________, on ________ and __________ WHEN THERE IS ONLY THE BEST AND THE BRIGHTEST NEWS ABOUT MY JOB ETHICS AND CAPABILITIES. RESPOND! !!!!! I DEMAND IT!!!!!! And if you try to tell me that time (years) spent writing creative fiction, poetry, essays, business and other freelance commercial communications copy is not work -- then, as of right now you and yours are FORBIDDEN to buy, check out or read any books or magazines for any purpose until you, personally hire me. There is no room for debate on this point of my real logic and ethical equilibrium policy, because Mr. and Mrs. Comfy? You do not have a stamp of ground upon which to stand; much less park your Chevy or Porsche or A_S. I will travel anywhere for any legal and decent job, as needed --learn ANYTHING in record time as is desirable or requisite; given, in such case where an issue of mobility obtains, compen- sation in advance. I'm a bit illiquid at present. -- Wallace Darwen Brindle

    [END] For Immediate Release: 06/16/2003






    WDB: -- Read Careers In Education by Roy A. Edelfelt, VGM Careers Horizons, Chicago, 1998 Saturday is a Picnic I want y'all to comeback now hear? I have to leave Bunker 'G' in a few min- utes, (1030 hours), to happily go to an afternoon picnic, to which we have been invited by, I'm sure, a very fine and blessed Baptist church in Bartlett. These paintings, below, I have much to say about. K? Click for a larger jpeg image file and www.historyhouse.com full story of the, very topical in Memphis today, tragedy. Comments regarding the odious failings of John Ryan's "thinking": FAMILY DESTROYER MONSTER 2 of 2*. Some background on Judy Sugar of Queens, in whose wowish Queens condo I first saw this painting, in a New Yorker magazine -- (ibidem) in concert with a prodigious story, therein, of the disaster (c. 1990?) (Which shall follow, so to speak.) [The Raft of The Medusa] C. Auguste Dupin says: "*Kindly see our new theory notes on Jarndyce v. Jarndyce [jarndyce == brindle name similarities also Ester = Estyre from FAMILY DESTROYER MONSTER 1 of 2's "academic" at Hamline University, St. Paul, Bleak House paper, obnoxiously frequent "claim to fame fixation" or much, much worse; may God forbid. N.B.T.; Teresa -- and Counting Law Longarms in Murphy, NC who shall doubtless help me after the GlamourCop||| PoesqueDupinPoet marriage of the Century! -- We strongly advise your using the W.W. Norton ed., with critical essays. (...respectfully and quietly in the Courthouse of CVG7...)] Click image for larger, make room by double mouse cursor arrow frame-O-way drag at left, if you like -- and double arrow disap- pear all tool bars on top too, "if that helps you..." --Castanza Demuth, fig5ingold, cf. William Carlos Williams Yes, shoe-ah, I'll explain -- explain well! [I Saw The Figure 5 in Gold] (Click for larger [and better] jpg file.) There will be much here regarding Keats' Endymion and Keats and Claude Lorrain, the painter of this. [The Enchanted Castle] (N.B.: E.A. Poe, also...CVs!) Later, bay-beeeease... Friday the 13th Serious. As I 8th Avenued this morning, heading towards Bunker 'S', I caught myself once again being attracted to the little shop sign "West African Artifacts". Thought I, 'why bother with such an inchoate sign?' And/or partially stating the omni-obvious; viz. the entire city of Memphis, TN is a Western African Artifact. The name of this Sodom and Babylon ought to be changed to West African Artifact, TN. You will, Gentle Surfer, understand this flows from my Weltanschauung critter "inside, sir". It is not a com- ment, Mr. or Mrs. Anti-abolitionist Redneck "States Rights" word-pranksters-gone-mad, about anything negative about the aboriginal North American jailed or murdered landlords of the North "American" area called USA nor is it about or in reference to the African descendants who are owed rep- arations untold and incalculable (among others, e.g. Intel- lectuals [W.S. Burroughs: "In America, intellectuals are always considered deviants."], my oppressed brothers and sisters...{frankly, I'm out of here, me: Munich, probably, though shall -- here's a bulletin just in -- retain my US citizenship because I will be needed when the fan is _hit, and it's time to pay the rubes back. | I as overseer, and non mea culpa oh, my Human Resources Dickensian Credit Check Debtor's Prison wardenish friends and my anti-American Age Discriminationists-with-a-good-story pals... Would you hire you -- not just incidentally? if you said yes -- you're fired; and you know it.)] Age is not a felony in Europe as here (it -- age -- is only a number, and as arbitrarily chosen as any other bigot's spade; it has no meaning {Dennis, Harry Bee, Sharon, &tc, &tc}. Also, M.B.T. [Mark Well Teresa, the gotten-to] writers are a priori revered pretty much, not as above in William S. Burroughs accurate appraisal. [Don't tell The County Clerk I read and reread Burroughs {County Clerks he digs special; quod vide.}, even some critical 2ndary sources {pos and neg now, a new dealie-bop for me! Spreading too...}]) -- C. Auguste Dupin For: W. Darwen Brindle Wagnerian Ballet Math Poet Philosopher Scientist P.S. To my '"Indian"-off-180-Columbus-wise' and Black buddies: One musn't, notwithstanding the above, try to overcome the enemy by becoming the enemy. Have to work within the status quo: system, i.e., U.S. Justice System. I'll explain as needed there, you have my email address -- and this fine site has a message board/open forum and guest book. Please; for now: "Salus populi suprema lex esti." [The safety of the people is the highest law.]




    To: ARTISTS WRITERS DANCERS SCHOLARS SCULPTORS CRAFTSPERSONS GUILDSPERSONS &tc From: Wallace D. Brindle WB.MSTR, Director The Cabaret Voltaire Group --1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003-- Chancellor Apparent Voltaire University, D.L. --2004--

    Steven Drake there is one person with the opinion that you have Dyslexia. There is no need for you to, in the case where this opinion obtains, take your rage out on other innocent people, for there is much good news about Dyslexia -- and much to do. But, please, turning, for humor-poetic-fun sake let's say, Zulu Warriors (I am thinking here of a certainly excellent and noble friend of mine who saved me once from an agoraphobia attack using only the eponymous Sean Connery film, and which film illustrated certain marvelous and wonderful things about these marvelous and noble peoples) against those other good people who have given so much to you, asking nothing but not to be stabbed in the back (or worse during the night) in return, is against all decency. Neither is it "wise," for your Confidence Artist-Intensive posing as the New Mr. Roberts Nice Neighbor in the hood and in the house.

    Klarq, do you study mathematics with zeal and love not w_ar_n_ ___s? ::::> Bertrand Russell wrote, "In adolescence, I hated life and was continually on the verge of suicide, from which, however, I was restrained by the desire to know more mathematics.






    POLICE SURVEL-TAPE STARTS (all eyebrows are anticipatory in the holding cell containing Steve and Bennie Huarqson): ".........(something, possibly chair screech on cement floor) ...you guys, [...] I, ... (kargh...) love you man, ... I (unintelligible here, on the tape) giruh djhgqog menky yknem... menky yknem... TAPE ENDS HERE

    
    
    Try Sanskrit for a refreshing change!
    Yes 1
    Yes 2
    

    Place many sublime stimulating mathematical analysis and ballet links and personal related doing doing doings and goings here: __ __ __ __ WB.MSTR. [I'm the New North Wind Fairy around the ______ because I was caught with an advan- ced mathematext (sic) and the Interlocutor Of Fairies at ______ "asked" 'I suppose you like ballet too..." Which put me in mind of:]

    Yes 1
    Yes 2
    Yes, of course, You Dears, Mathematics itself has a dance:
    Yes 3
    See mebbe Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid... nah 
    -- kinna toss-off-ee --- what?? WHAT??

    ?? See...you have to email me or drop a note -- can't hear... Ya, I can admit the applicant from Cadillac, MI on The Mandelbrot Set-- ya, Pas De Deux! {[(Ballet with a partner. Literally, it means "dance for two")...with pi!!]-[my editorializing...WB.MSTR]}

    Maybe y'all have more examples of this inneresting condition... then we could really hurt and painfully harm this ishhy bullies clumsy-dumpsy bods -- I CAN TELL YOU! --...Aikido really works, huh, Sean? Could we talk... or, at least, "speak". ooo... Where is that big squithy (yes, but sibilance is hard to homotype... sorry...homokey...[ooOO!..UNLOCKME! INLOCKME! {yeh, derivative...}]) BUTT -- where isssss that ssssskquisssy ssoo ssserveree ssscary David Man when he could ssssswwerve sssso usssefully... "and it just relates out and out..." [That Talk Show Host's Janet Reno/Latex Demo Dance cook- ie toss sounds here (sorry -- Jan! Gotta make a libbin' yaano?)] Incorrigible felonssss -- yah yah Young Frankenstein -- Hey, you wanna do dis, ya mugs? oh

    WARNING: TwoConsCRMFakers Nemo me impune lacessit. ["Nobody attacks me without paying dearly." cf. Montressor's (and Scotland's and The Thistle society's) motto on their coats of arms] If you (constantly, con-con- constantly) want to know why no book talk, go READ Fah- renheit 451 by Kurt Vonnegut or anything by George Orwell. Or, if you need more info on the pernicious, malicious, dissembling illogic in 1984 and Animal Farm and IRL, simple: talk to most any Memphis Case Manager; certainly mine can "help you". Just start out by asking him why he cashes his paycheck. Also of interest: The Scopes Monkey Trial -- remember, read the text of the Scopes Monkey Trial and act accordingly. But, whatever, do hear here: The transub- tantiation of the wine and the bread is real and actual. Infant baptism in the Holy Ghost's presence is scriptural and true. There is to be a liturgy in worship services.






    Finally, if anything -- say, in the night -- should happen to me, there are four persons, not in this state, having the information here regarding the Memphis Police Department at 201 Poplar, who shall, if I am not on the Web humming away buzzingly at the, mine FOR LONGER THAN A THREE DAY CON-secutive (sic) interim, call Homicide, and you will be investigated, C.H (aka. S.D.) and K.O.; this is set in marble and would be automatic, probing, invasive, and zealous in nature.

    You are here and it is 06/18/03 [and I understand why Debbie McRoberts de- molished all those mice; but I do not (yet) grasp why Steve McR. didn't do the cleaning of them in time to save them -- and his wife the torment, the fomenting dormant torment...(yes, of course, it is my business {HEY! you sleepin' at my Web site? Don't make me dispatch you!}.).].

    Saint Paul's Own (& Now Memphis' Borrowed) Rod Usher of the blues - jazz - poemusic - chamber music (Memphis' newest lounge/room) band/ensemble-in-formation: Rod & Maddie Usher's Trailer Music Down River Art Farm [R.MUT_MD-RAF] Auditions for MTV and Carnegie Hall-worthy chick singer/poet/artist, percussionist/poet/vocalist/artist, bass guitar/string bass/poet/vocalist/artist, keyboard/poet/vocalist/artist are now being held. Please send cassette tape, glossy-pic-resume-reverse, other samples, portfolio photocopies, slides, _____, (and also send no explosive devices please) to: Wallace Darwen Brindle R.MUT_MD-RAF, General Delivery, Memphis, TN, 38101, USA.


    We're (editorial plural) simply very honestly determined to successfully teach the functionally and actually non-reading Memphian, one at a time, for less than minimum wage {to our own purses (or coffers for you cough-ers [ie, poets and opera composers and fiction writers and speculative economists and hopeful didacts in Problem City are homosexual and effeminate (there is confusion regarding this as though it were a "distinction without a difference" actually, WE... THE JURY, have a jury-not-real-happy-with stance on homosexual |if not completely in control of their S-impulses -- naturally, that would also be our stance on heterosexual teachers, go figure...| K-12 teachers. Wallace Darwen Brindle 06/10/03)])} and the computer phobics or non-caught-uppers (what, even New Ludites!? [yes!]) of Memphis, TN, for whatever donation and honorarium one may feel we deserve, including zero, if that's the estimate. Why is that wrong? Someone has to try (who is capable, with a clear and a vivid method, which would include one of these: ideologue).

    Until we get our Ming Currencies for Memphis Vase [(MCMV) or 1905] up here in a few weeks, won't you send what you can? -- in used text books, checks or MO to

                 Wallace Darwen Brindle
                 Chancellor Apparent
                 Voltaire University , D.L., 2004
                 General Delivery
                 Memphis, TN  38101 ?
    

    help us to spread the word to teacher, student, and parents [mnemonic view: ~a man on a unicycle with VOLTAIRE on his tuxedo rides about catching Colored Jelly Beans in a net~]

    ...so please do tell them about: univoltaire.cjb.net

    And, in re this little Webcyclodidactoartsciphylohistoficum? We Always Thank You For Hitting Us! (either way you go on the above.) But, tarry we shan't; for there is much to do in Memphis -- attend!

    
    
    And now, for you, whimsical moosh, something we find 
    fascinating, unrelated -- perhaps -- to all the fuss...
    just for fun (theremin music sirening brainwavy here: ~~~~^^^^~~~~````~~~~,,,,~~~~)...
    
    S2_U2_QF_SLP --> at univoltaire.cjb.net (page called "Strange
    Sudden Unexplained Uplifting Quickie Fugue State Like Place) =:(>
    

    From Ms. George Eliot's Silas Marner: This view of Marner's personality was not without another ground than his pale face and unexampled eyes; for Jem Rodney, the mole catcher, averred that, one evening as he was returning homeward, he saw Silas Marner leaning against a stile with a heavy bag on his back, instead of resting the bag on the stile as a man in his senses would have done; and that, on coming up to him, he saw that Marner's eyes were set like a dead man's and he spoke to him, and shook him, and his limbs were stiff, and his hands clutched the bag as if they'd been made of iron; but just as he had made up his mind that the weaver was dead, he came alright again, like, as you might say, in the winking of an eye, and said "Good night," and walked off. All this Jem swore he had seen, more by token, that it was the very day he had been mole-catching on Squire Cass's land, down by the old saw-pit. Some said Marner must have been in a "fit," a word which seemed to explain things otherwise incredible; but the argumentative Mr. Macey, clerk of the parish, shook his head, and asked if anybody was ever known to go off in a fit and not fall down.



    From "Green Tea" by Sheridan Le Fanu: There is no doubt that Mr. Jennings' health does break down in, generally, a sudden and mysterious way, sometimes in the very act of officiating in his old and pretty church at Kenlis. It may be his heart, it may be his brain. But so it has happened three or four times, or oftener, that after proceeding a certain way in the service, he has fallen into solitary, inaudible prayer, his hands and eyes uplifted, and then pale as death, and in the agitation of a strange strange shame and horror, descended trembling, and got into the vestry-room, leaving his congregation, without explanation, to themselves. This occurred when his curate was absent. When he goes down to Kenlis now, he always takes care to provide a clergyman to share his duty, and to supply his place on the instant should he become thus suddenly incapacitated.

    When Mr. Jennings breaks down quite, and beats a retreat from the vicarage, and returns to London, where, in a dark street off Picadilly, he inhabits a very narrow house, Lady Mary says that he is always perfectly well. I have my own opinion on that. There are degrees of course. We shall see.



    Readers, and E-Readers, send us "more-of-the-same" Lit. Segments (type: queerly, no thanks, eh, as a blind date, for example, quite oddly nuuh? like the two examples sim-other-dark-ness-within-dim-N-shuns~,~`' that are astonishing to the judges) and win a

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    T-shirt! Me pic (on back) with-$100/hr model actual Faked-Memphis-Great-Times-Inside-Look-With-UniCabVolt- aire-Learning stuff scenario "Idea T"! All for you... Right on your back! (as always...)

    Will be adding more texts (including our own), but we had to give our computer to our former landlord, so bear with us, kindly or donate an old one to The Cabaret Voltaire Group! We can fix 'em up well! There's a lot more kick for the Common Man left in those 1000 joints of light circuits, yet, Mr. and Mrs. Germantown! If we get more than one, naturally, we'll make good use of them -- after refitting, &tc, as funds allow, for our assistants and students of promise; while encouraging all to help in building our UVM Learning Center in a donated space/building, at which we hope to arrive at the reification of one day, near (or in) FedEx Forum -- Art District region.

    wdb@bbxinvest.com

    Idée Fixe of Boniface Okorie of Nigeria's (have collected six of your relatives' names and loci in Africa up to now, simply using a superior search method.) I need to speak with them about exactly, precisely, how well you're doing (...yet again).

      
      
    
    
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