It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Thursday, February 18, 2016

Ode To A Terra Cotta Collage

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You can see the sea  symbolically
chevroned at the base of the terra cotta
and you gotta see the fish swimming
and the curlicues frothing as eagles dip
down into the water but who 
will rise to the gold prize?
Let us award it
to your eyes.

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Footnote
ODE TO A TERRA COTTA COLLAGE and the photograph
are the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
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8 comments:

  1. I had lentils for dinner.
    —P. P.

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  2. Dearest Paula Petard
    I sincerely hope your lentils
    were served in a terra cotta bowl.

    Were there any fish swimming in it?
    —Mr. CarPeo

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  3. These lintels make me hungry. Door jamb.
    Lentil often made with ham.
    But will not eat cute little fish.
    Will cook vegetable soup if you wish.

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    1. As long as you do not
      add any terra cotta
      vegetables

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  4. The link, I think
    makes it clear
    that this art lives
    above a window

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  5. All art lives above a window,
    metaphorically because the window
    to the artist's soul can reside
    in the deepest depths
    of the subterrain

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    1. If only my pockets were
      as deep as your musings.

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    2. I would settle for having pockets
      only half as deep
      as my "musings."

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