Appearances Sunday, Jul 12 2009
Art and Dreams and General and Poetry 11:52 am
Peter’s Poems About Door [-] Handles appear in Issue 4 of The Feathertale Review. It’s a fine publication, I haven’t been so entertained by a magazine in a long time.
(Read the poem online at Feathertale Poetry)
The iPod appears online in Pomegranate Issue 8. Read the poem here.
As you may not recall, a while back I produced Peter And The Hare’s Commemorative Montage Comicbook. It’s essentially a visual translation of what went on here, and was conceived as a souvenir for myself and visitors of this blog. It marks a concluding chapter in the history of something. The Comicbook is now simultaneously entitled Peter and The Hare’s Commemorative Collage Piano Book, in a definitive version with more pages.
It is available to view and download here, or to download directly from Peter And The Hare here, for viewing with Adobe Reader.
Santa Fe Ghosts Wednesday, Mar 18 2009
Art and Door Handles and Dreams and General and People and Questionable and Writing and Youtube 6:52 pm
The Santa Fe courthouse ghost was a purported ghost sighted on a video captured by a security camera at a courthouse in Santa Fe, New Mexico on June 15, 2007. The “ghost video” was uploaded onto YouTube and quickly attracted widespread attention, especially within the community of ghost believers.
The mysterious object
On June 15, 2007, a mysterious star-shaped object floating around the First Judicial District courthouse was recorded by a surveillance camera. The image, starting at 7:27:11 a.m., shows a bright spot of light that comes from either the roof or near the courthouse’s back door on Catron Street.[1] Quickly thereafter, reports on the event were posted on various news web sites such as courttv.com, abcnews.com, cbsnews.com, foxnews.com and Yahoo!, and promptly became a topic of discussion all over the country. Soon after videos and images were released to public, a large number of e-mail messages were sent to a New Mexico Magazine reporter, proposing various theories on what the object was.[2] Thousands of hits for the video were recorded on The New Mexican site. The video was later uploaded to YouTube and has been viewed more than 80,000 times,[3] drawing hundreds of e-mail comments.[4]
Many predictions were made about the real identity of the mysterious object. Some people supposed that it was the ghost of Andy Lopez, who took nine hostages at the courthouse in February 1985 after killing the wife of his original victim 20 years ago.[1] Other predictions included a person walking, a male’s face and a spirit. However, common theories were that it might be just an insect (later found to be true), a spider, or a reflection, as well as some kinds of light phenomenon. Vanessa Pacheco, supervisor of the court security for the Santa Fe County Sheriff’s Office, said people’s opinions on the video depended on whether they believe in ghosts.[2]
1/22/2008 –
County staff responding to a water leak at the former Blue Monkey salon and cosmetology school Tuesday morning found the interior trashed, covered in vulgar graffiti and reeking of hair dye that had been splattered over the walls and floors.
“The county hates tattooed freaks and their daughters, I gave them bad highlights on purpose,” and “We put a voodoo hex on this property” were among the phrases written across the walls of the former salon. Others contained expletives and sexually explicit remarks directed at County Commissioner Harry Montoya. Crumpled beer cans, shards of broken mirrors and beauty-supplies littered the floor.
Source: Wikipedia, Santa Fe New Mexican (Article: Phaedra Haywood, Photo: Luis Sanchez-Saturno)
on bread and imprisonment Friday, Dec 5 2008
Door Handles and Dreams and General and Poetry and The Small Prince and Writing time spent unwisely, with a bread sandwich 10:01 pm
the locks are old and weak;
and suspended in mid-air beside them
their keys,
and the keys to many other locks on
a large gold ring.
the jailer is eating a sandwich. O!
What shall we do with the jailer
and his sandwich?
It is an exceedingly large meal for one person.
This could take a while -
let this poem eat your time.
Power Rangers lunchbox,
bright red plastic
holds no sandwich now.
The red box for breadcrumbs
was once
a jail-cell,
much like this one.
Epilogue of the Rabbit’s Tongue Wednesday, Nov 12 2008
Diary and Door Handles and Dreams and General and Love and People and Poetry and Writing blogging, epilogue, friends, gratitude, hares, hubbub of the afternoon, Internet, links, nostalgia, surrealism, thank you, the day that almost ended 10:37 pm
Picture: Miroslav Sasek
Some things warrant ignoring. Please be aware that what follows may be one such thing. In this long, rambling and tedious post, we concern ourselves with an event that never happened, like the moon landings, or the assisination of the Loch Ness Monster. However, it was my great pleasure to take this opporunity to thank some of the many people who have helped make Peter and The Hare who they are, the blog they are, when they are, if they are.
Thanks for listening.
P.S. Is your computer Y2K compliant?
Handwritten Premonitions Sunday, Nov 2 2008
Diary and Door Handles and Dreams and General and innocence notfinished, posts tagged with "peartree" for no reason, the day that almost ended, thoughts, upon exiting the theatre 9:03 pm
scattered on a floating desk -
I offer these notes for the sake of giving, only
for your eyes and yet nobody’s
ears
to hear
(and yours to see,
if you want to.)
Regrettably – as with most premonitions – accuracy, with reference to the written text of the future, cannot be verified.
You’ve had enough excitement for today. Go to sleep.
Peter and the Hare – Commemorative Comicbook Sunday, Oct 26 2008
Art and Dreams and General and Poetry and The Small Prince and Writing hope and quietude, silent river, the day which almost ended, tiny fountain 9:21 pm
Selected Contents -
3 – some wine.
4 – our cast
5 – dmitri
6 – a message from Death.
7 – an apple for alistair (an original and pointless story)
9 – the small prince.
13 – pin-up supplement
Look to the blue skies and pipe-work on certain pages of your comic book (see above). This is my hope for the future.
Peace and antique cutlery,
Peter and someone else.
(1902-1903) Wednesday, Oct 8 2008
Dreams and General and Overheard Conversations and Poetry and Questionable and The Small Prince ridiculous excursions, surrealism, time spent unwisely, with a bread sandwich, writer's block follies 9:26 pm
all of which…the spirit suggests
FOUND POEMS AFTER READING THIS
I.
The Orchard is still white,
the President is seven.
It was absurd for a man
of his standing,
sitting down,
to be the subject of
such spite
behind green shutters.
Even George Douglas Brown
would gossip with Countesses,
before mixing a great cocktail
of his jealousy,
for the Provost.
II.
Anchored one end of
the great slaughter,
the Dinwiddie Colored Quartet
asked what precisely
a Dinwiddie was,
for they had never seen one.
III.
A doughy man from Saxony
avoids the sun
like Edison.
A grim mystic from Danzig,
sleeps the Empire
through his head.
He has an elaborate toothache,
and spits three times,
on his left.
They talk through an interpreter;
he says
his grandfather never existed.
IV.
Okay,
that’s quite enough of this nonsense.
But do read the article.
The Man of Science Wednesday, Sep 24 2008
Dreams and General and Love and Warne's "Standard" Extra-General Miscellany and Writing absurd, Perilous Tales, science, stories 9:36 pm
Who Knows?
“These things are quite improbable, to be sure; but are they impossible?
Our big world rolls over as smoothly as it did centuries ago, without a squeak to show it needs oiling after all these years of revolution. But times change because men change, and because civilization, like John Brown’s soul, goes ever marching on.
The impossibilities of yesterday become the accepted facts of to-day.
Here is a fairy tale founded upon the wonders of electricity and written for children of this generation. Yet when my readers shall have become men and women my story may not seem to their children like a fairy tale at all.
Perhaps one, perhaps two—perhaps several of the Demon’s devices will be, by that time, in popular use.
Who knows?”
THE MAN OF SCIENCE -AN ILLUSTRATED NOVEL OF SCIENCE AND DISCOVERY FOR SCHOOLCHILDREN
KNOWN TO INCREASE MENTAL APTITUDE, AND WELL REGARDED BY THE COUNTY’S SCHOOLMASTER’S FOR THE IMPROVING PROPERTIES OF THE TALE
THE TEXT.
THIS TEXT IS TO BE FOLLOWED WITH REFERENCE TO THE ILLUSTRATIONS PROVIDED OVERLEAF. CHILDREN MAY ASK FOR ASSISTANCE WITH TURNING THE PAGE IF REQUIRED. APPROXIMATELY ONE HOUR’S CLASSROOM TIME, OR THREE HOURS TIME AT HOME, SHOULD BE DEVOTED TO THE READING AND UNDERSTANDING OF THIS TEXT.
1 & 2. Theodore followed that most solitary of professions. Being a man of science, he became so lonely that even the most foul-smelling lighthouse keeper, or beggar-boy, might take pity on him. One day, while examining a light bulb, and occasionally ejaculating a loud cry of “aah” or a small sigh of “oh” – and looking into the small cage which housed the crippled bird with severed wings (not pictured) that told him certain secrets of the sort that it is only God’s place to understand -
3. So lonely was he, that it became his fancy to to don masks, and adopt such mannerisms that he might play-act in the role of his own, “imaginary” friends. This was stormingly good fun, and he enjoyed it very much. However, it was wrong.
NOTE: THE TEACHER MAY CHOOSE TO REINFORCE THIS, THE MORAL OF THE STORY, BY SWIFTLY STRIKING EACH OF HIS PUPILS.
4. The consequences of this act of sin – for it can be called nothing less – is that henceforth, for all his days, the Man of Science believed that he was his own friends. He used this machine, of his own foul invention, to say “hello” to them.
And, doing so, he placed his hand elsewhere, turned the nob which was tuned into his own demonic frequency, pressed the button (which delivered “more” electricity) and moved the stick-like device to the other position which was the opposite to the position it had previously occupied, thereby delivering more fuel to his devilish scheme.
5. The professor pitied himself greatly, and collapsed out of shame. And got back up again.
6. He thought of his late colleague’s slender yet masculine hand, touching his instruments with abandon.
7, 8 & 9. The bat’s were in the belfry, the illusionist looked on through a distorted magic window, and the cat, being a Catholic, was the only picture granted the privilege of full-colour reproduction.
EXERCISE B – SING A SONG IN DEDICATION TO “THE POPE OF CATS”.
“MEOW”.
10. The Man of Science, already light-headed from collapsing in shame and striking his head upon a giant wooden “Electric Field Emitter”, collapsed once more, and remembered his old study, decorated so beautifully as would make any man’s eye’s water!
And then, at once, his mind turned to the memory of his late colleague, and the way he would sit across his desk. “Good for circulation” he would say, cheerfully.
Peter’s House Sunday, Sep 21 2008
Bio-giraffe-icult. and Diary and Door Handles and Dreams and General and Poetry and Questionable and innocence home, rooms and houses 10:12 pm
The hare’s settlement in turvyland,
was an abode on the nose of a flee,
built with bricks
which,
brick-by-brick,
refused entry to
three little pigs.
The hare’s house was a
house of wolves -
he found them agreeable company,
he smoked a pipe
and talked politics
and gave up any pretence of decency.
APPENDICES -
Peter has moved house and swiched to Firefox. It is his very own house, and the first house of his very own ever. We would all prefer a better poem to commemorate such an occasion but “oh well”, as they say, “one cannot have ones cookie and crumble it”.
“The hands that do,
and hearts that dare,
leave monuments
upon the square”
- author unknown
THE LYRICS TO THE TRADITIONAL BLUEGRASS SONG, “BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAIN”
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I’m not turning
I’m headin for a land that’s far away beside the crystal fountains
So come with me we’ll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there’s a land that’s fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs
The farmer’s trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh, I’m bound to go where there ain’t no snow
Where the rain don’t fall and the wind don’t blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There’s a lake of stew and of whiskey too
You can paddle all around ‘em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain’t no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks
I’m a goin to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I’ll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
All this has got me thinking about rooms, therefore:
= good spaces.
