Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
He has threatened to kill me if I do not stop my blog. I saw him in his shop a few months ago and wondered if he could be my Dad. I think he has remembered me or perhaps he chanced upon this blog and got jealous of my achievements.
Short Poem by WB Yeats
Cast a cold eye
Upon life,upon death,
Horseman pass by.
Friday, January 26, 2007
A young doll was knocked over and verbally assaulted by three youth figurines.
Two of the youths were orange and wore baseball caps and had long ears. The other youth was cream and had canine features.
The Mimic, if he or she is a sublime artist, underlines the absurdity of certain types of behaviour and through humour renders those behaviours laughable. Sadly evil can respond to laughter with violence and at those extremities does not forego or forgive.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
GREEN and it's mean and it's my kind of car. In it I
would be a film-stah!
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
La ilusion en tranvia
On Saturday evening I was privileged to be taken out in the pocket by him-upstairs, K.1, my "owner". We went to the Brompton Oratory for mass and then to Luis Bunuel's 1953 film with which the title of this short peace be with you is entitled.
It is not one of Loony Luis Boony's best but like most flicks by this master it was still good. Set in Mexico City as a tale among several million tales, two tramway workers, after drink and a performing in an amateur street play of the first chapters of Genesis, take a tram they repaired earlier that day on a semi-surreal jaunt. The surrealism is not strong enough but the cast of characters from butchers to religious conwomen to schoolchildren keep the action moving as the streetcar crisscrosses the vast city and our heroes panic about the wrath they face when they return the vehicle.
Check out the Luis Bunuel season at the NFT
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
One of the most beautiful paintings by Fra Angelico, The San Marco Altarpiece shows his patron, one Cosimo de Medici, in the foreground, looking at us among a host of saints, especially St Dominic, gathered round the Mother of Jesu Cristu. The painting speaks in many languages. I have not mastered many but I advise all my fellow performers out there and even those entering Second Life- (the new crazy virtual world about which there is a buzz and no flyswatter)- to learn as many languages as they can. One language=one woman; two languages=one woman vel two people, two cultures; three languages=one woman vel three people and possible mental confusion....no, I skid as I kid.
Aesthetics will be discussed in a later post-office, off Vauxhall Bridge Road.
Boeing have also been complaining about being associated avec moi. But I am connecting the Boeing family of aeroplanes to the semi-colon whose use I am encouraging among the Pupperatti. As far you fly, As flyswatterly you behave, What you took away, I have now gave to the Poor and the Dispossessed.
Please use the semi-colon as much as the Boeing bang bang dee bong family pan-globally peregrinates: it's worthwhile. Print-media is changing. The comma is no substitute for the semi-colon. Mind your language and the culture in which it operates will mind after you.
Now to say our last words for the minimoment, so precious and yet so easily taken for granted. Gorillas are in danger of extinction. Chimpanzees, too, have found no real and stable friendship from their human cousins. Please do all you can to help these fellow primates continue to enrich this planet.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Hey Robert Zimmerman with your voice of sand and glue,
I'd give anything to have your talent and live in a New Yorkian Sixties Greenwich Meantime zoo....
I've just been here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/music/bobdylan/gallery
I looked through 33 pictures of Dylan in a flyswatting instant. 33 pictures of the great man when he was a young man. He'd read his TS Eliot, his Rambo and his Ezra Pound:
Bobby D, soothe us:
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Never see you
In my eathly life cycle
Could you be
Brighter than the Archangel St.Michael
Boeing Boeing de badabing bing di bong....Shantih, Shantih, Shantih
Hello and welcome. I am Squorch(747) and this my big hi to the Universe. In the opener I've referenced an aeroplane company to signify my desire to go places and get somewhere. I've also pointed a finger at The Godfather and then rounded up on the wheels of steel with The Sugarhill Gang's Rappers Delight and finally if my memory serves, rounded off with the closing of TS Eliot's Wasteland or is it The Hollow Men? Good ol' Thomas Stearns: Let us go you and I as the evening stretches into the drycleaner's.
introdonaldducktion mickey mouseparty
I live in a pocket...when I am lucky. That is when I get to travel; to see the sightly things: to be a somebody instead of a schmuck of wood, cloth and string which is what I am.
I could've been a Marlon Brando for the new generation, when I was younger because Time that once gave the smoothnesses and now gives the scrapes that take them away, is moving house and my youth is fazzling but...LET'S CHANGE IT ALL AROUND!!!
Come fly with me or rather let us fly together or help each other to locate that flyswatter; for the buzz, sir/madam, is unsoundly and mighty beskincrawling.
let's change it all around
If it's old hat
Lay down on that mat
Press 'record' on that dat
And sing me a love song from your heart
Even if it's about another guy
Even if you want to make me cry or sigh
Sing me a love song from the heart
And change my world around the clock
Sing me a love song from the hurt or the happiness
That you feel and melt the cheese that was the rock
That knocked me for route sixty-six when I saw y-ooh
You know my hands want to go round you 24 hours
But I'm running out of my favourite powers
I'm Cinderella's other fella in my dreams
Nothing though is ever what it esteems
And I could be a fairytale
When you open your mail
If you just sing me that changifying
Knocked out Koo koo rearrangifying
death defying, helter-skelting, hearts-a-melting....
Oh oh oh oh
Panic in the pocket world
Now that climate change has been unfurled
Let's make puppet love
But not with a glove:(
Oh oh oh oh
Panic in the world of semantics
My pants are on fire with ancient antics
Where was I before I took a detour
From that mat where things are just about to change?
ooh ooh ooh la la la hmm haha
Squorch 747 is here shouting out rah rah