FYBI§§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ 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] Your favorite Web learn discover gnostic fun! Burroughs cut-up method using copy-paste-think-choose -- make yours today, wyncha! Won't you respond with agitated interest (cf. 'innerest,' Doctah Chef, it's a Burroughs [his routines] thang!) by sending us your own haiku? Learn the haiku rules first, baby? §§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ §§§ 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) In the unlikely event that the left side of this screen does not load, please wait a minute or two -- you can do this, I know, but...come on [...] now: -- click http://www.geocities.com/fig5ingold/fork.html 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!" 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) |||| |||| |||| |||| |||| |||| wEb tExt hElp Wallolink 1 |||| |||| |||| |||| |||| wEb tExt hElp Wallolink 2 |||| |||| "Yes, have some..." |||| |||| "I gotta have a (coffee) shower..." |||| |||| |||| |||| |||| ||||
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Get Well, TBNS, Cave-Ins!,
Get Well, Boniface A&Abr!,
Get Well, Chef, MD!,
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[Do not attempt this drunk, kids and Moms and Daves.] """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" .......................................................... Staring-you-in-the-face, huge, painstakingly scholarly Knights Templars fact-tome; title/author available for the asking -- Brindle@2Trom.com .......................................................... [an error occurred while processing this directive] [an error occurred while processing this directive] [an error occurred while processing this directive] [an error occurred while processing this directive] [an error occurred while processing this directive] [an error occurred while processing this directive] [an error occurred while processing this directive] .......................................................... """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" 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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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) 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.
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[(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 --
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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.
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[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!]
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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]
FWRSCIThen 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...)![]() ![]()
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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 ![]() 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)
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[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 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!
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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. 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) =:(> |
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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. |
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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 univoltaire.cjb.netT-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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