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 please be sure to season that with the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Sunday, July 31, 2016

Photoverio (#219): On A Bed Of Pine Needles

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© Oliverio

R. I. P.
 Cinder Blocks
2013-2016 
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Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee

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One of the things
the comedian mind set requires
is laziness.


Larry David + Jerry Seinfeld
from Episode 1
of an extraordinary series
available to anyone with a computer. 
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Friday, July 29, 2016

My Name Is Billy Rauschenberg And I'm Crossing The Pond

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Pronounced  GOAT - TEE
You can
call me
Goaty



(And read 
  about me
  in today's
  Art Daily)
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Thursday, July 28, 2016

Some Might Call This Graffiti, Unfortunately They're A Minority

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AFP photographer =  Yasuyoshi Chiba


Art Daily
7/28/16 

Best Photos of the Day 
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Tuesday, July 26, 2016

The 69th Bullet: An Existential Solution

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TMZ exists as compensation
for people who scored
in the Lowest Percentiles
on their SAT's.

Only those people know
the answer to such questions as
Which former cast member of CHEERS
has the most drug busts?
  
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 Footnotes
THE 69th BULLET  is the copyrighted property of  LCSoL.

If you need hyperlinks to understand this bullet,
you may be smarter than you think!  ________________________________________________________________________________________________


Saturday, July 23, 2016

STREET ART UTOPIA (#22): The Painted Word

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You Can't Have One Without The Other


Both the location and artist are  unknown.
But the dichotomy within this painted word
will never end.

The next page in this series is  here. 
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How To Get A Better Response (Comic Relief #1315)

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Mark Anderson
(Obviously)
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The Origin Of The Term Feel The Bern

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has determined that the first person
to utter the phrase Feel The Bern
in 1925.

He was referring
to the photographic talents
of his darkroom assistant,
whom he called Bernie.

She was born in Ohio and 
he was from Brooklyn.

They worked together in Paris. 

Her name was  Berenice Abbott
and she called him  Man Ray.

We will now let her photographs
speak for themselves:







Berenice Abbott
(1898-1991)

Eighty of her photographs
are presently on exhibit in  Berlin. 
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About Understanding Being A Virtue Hard To Come By

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F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Beautiful And Damned
(1922)
Quote is from p.104
of this edition





She was unable
to understand
so she made
the most of
what she
felt.



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Footnote
The title of this page  is from a hip and modern
descendant of Thomas Jefferson.

The next Fitzgerald page is  here.
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Photoverio © (#218): Taxidermy, Baseball Bats, And Bourbon MO

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© Oliverio
Somewhere South of St. Louis
( July, 2015)

In the shadows of
the town pump:

Jay Pegg
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Photoverio © (#217): Three Of A Kind

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© Oliverio (3x)
Scrap Abstractions
One Dark, Two Light
(10536) 

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Photoverio © (#216): Fret Not And Multiply

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This image is dedicated
to the Photoverio number of the page.

Just multiply the digits together:
6 x 6 x 6 = 216

If you like to bowl and also
have an imagination:

Think of what would happen
if there were 36 rows
of bowling pins.

There would be  666  pins
but it would be diabolically
    impossible to throw a strike!   
😈
LOL

 Now
(Seriously)
I was just thinking:

Maybe if we had more respect
for that number as both a  perfect cube
AND the  sum of the first 36 whole numbers
but were less pre-occupied with
the  satanic significance of 666...

There might be more respect in this world
and less evil on the planet.


 Now
(Seriously)
I was just hoping:

You click on the second hyperlink,
and type O-l-i-v-e-r-i-o
in the search window
...

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Thursday, July 21, 2016

But SCOTT, Didn't Your Algebra Teacher Tell You That L = M ?

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At one minute she had liked him tremendously—
ah, she had nearly loved him. 
In the next he had become
a thing of indifference to her,
an insolent and efficiently

humiliated man.

Anthony Patch had no great self-reproach—
some, of course, but there were other things
dominant in him now, far more urgent. 

He was not so much in love with Gloria
as mad for her. 

Unless he could have her near him again, 
kiss her, hold her close and acquiescent, 
he wanted nothing more from life. 
By her three minutes of utter 
 unwavering indifference  the  girl  had 
lifted  herself  from  a  high  but  somehow 
casual position in his mind,
to be instead his complete preoccupation.
However much his wild thoughts varied
between a passionate desire for her kisses
and an equally passionate craving to hurt
and mar her, the residue of his mind craved
in finer fashion to possess the triumphant soul 
that had shone through those three minutes. 
She was beautiful—but especially 
she was without mercy. 

He must own that strength 
that could send him away.

With apologies from Oliverio
for re-formatting and
adding highlights to
an excerpt from
The Beautiful And Damned 

The next Fitzgerald page is  here. 
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Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Re: Meryl Streep's New Film About The World's Worst Singer

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⬆︎⬆︎
 
Florence Foster  Jenkins
may be
the World's Worst Singer
BUT
she is certainly not
the World's Ugliest Singer!

That honor goes to 
Treesa Tonsilectomi
from Transylvestia, Texas
⬇︎ ⬇︎
 
Any filmaker interested
in documenting her story,
please contact Paul Woodyverio
at this website.
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Footnote
The second image on this page
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.  
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Rhesus' Pieces

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I was not about to wear 
MONKEY MAN  suit.

But it is sufficient
to hear the song.









On demand from HER,
I will always dance  to 
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Footnote
Anyone who can appreciate the dance that became
 "the new teenage craze"  in 1963—MICKEY'S MONKEY—
can also appreciate what MICKEY MANTLE did in 1963.

You can read all about it in a book that
will become  a new reading craze:







 

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Also Known As Poem Corn

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POPCORN

The woman in pottery
Ever young and fruitful
A basket of green leaves
And fresh breezes
There, each generation
Under the sun,
A dappled sun,
At the same time real
And clay. A container
For need that doesn't
Go away. Reincarnated
Each way.


 

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Footnotes
The poet authorized  this soundtrack
in order to make her monkey dance.

Speaking of her monkey,
click ___. 

ALSO KNOWN AS POEM CORN
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL
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Tuesday, July 19, 2016

What Have I Done To Her Song?

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Look what they've done
to my brain, Ma

Look what they've done 
to my brain

They picked it 
like a chicken bone
And they think I'm 

half insane, Ma

Look what they've done 
© Melanie Safka
to my brain

Wish i could find

a book to live in

Wish i could find
a good book
 

Cause, if i could find
a real good book
I'd never have to 

come out and look at

Look what they've done 
to my song

Well, if the people
are buying tears
Then we'll be 

rich someday, Ma
 

Look what they've 
done to my brain

Melanie
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Monday, July 18, 2016

5 x ( Volkswagen + Volkswagen + Volkswagen + Volkswagen)

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Read all about it
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Being A Short Diversion On The Dubious Origins Of Beatles

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March, 1961

Once upon a time there were three little boys called John, George and Paul, by name christened. They decided to get together because they were the getting together type. 

When they were together they wondered what for after all, what for? So all of a sudden they grew guitars and fashioned a noise. 

Funnily enough, no one was interested, least of all the three little men. So-o-o-o on discovering a fourth little even littler man called Stuart Sutcliffe running about them they said, quite 'Sonny get a bass guitar and you will be alright' and he did - but he wasn't alright because he couldn't play it. 

So they sat on him with comfort 'til he could play. Still there was no beat, and a kindly old man said, quote 'Thou hast not drums!' 

We had no drums! they coffed. 

So a series of drums came and went and came. 




This Short Diversion continues  here.

John Lennon, George Harrison, Paul McCartney, 
and  Ringo Starr  (before his handsomectomy,
when his name was Pete Best).
1961
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Finally, He Said Something Then He Said Something Else

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1955 BUICK

"Are we there yet, Daddy?"
I said it once.

He ignored me.

"Are we there yet, Daddy?"
I said it again.

He ignored me again.

"Are we there yet, Daddy?"
I said it thrice.

Three times ignored
is not nice.

"Where are we, Daddy?"
caught his ear
with my mouth
filled with fear.

"We are somewhere
and soon we will be
somewhere else."

Then I fell asleep
fearlessly in
the backseat
of our Buick

© 
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And Then, Dusty Miller Said...

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© Oliverio
Dusty Miller's Garden






What
are 
those
stupid 
shoes
doing
in 
my
gray
garden?

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Sunday, July 17, 2016

Rest In Peace, Aunt Esther ... But THEY Welcomed Your Presence

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She would tell me stories
about my Mother
when her brother's fiance
lived in the Bronx
and the Oliverio family
lived in Harlem.

She would tell
the exact same story
four times. 

Each time
I loved the story
more than I did before.
***

I arrived in New York
on July 18 and four days later
I was told my Aunt Esther
died on July 18
in Pennsylvania.

None of the ten messages
I left on her phone
in Massapequa
were ever given
to her.

She spent the last year of her life
with her only daughter
that I still love.
 ***

But if all the phone conversations
Aunt and nephew had since 1971–
since my parents died–
were laid end-to-end,
then the world would be
smothered with our words.

Thank you, Aunt Esther,
for being my substitute mother
when that is what I needed.

Thank you for putting
a roof over my head
for all those visits
to Long Island.

Thank you for putting
all that extravagant food
on my plate during
those dozen visits.

(Especially the Thanksgiving one
where Father Frank and me
played chess and drank
scotch excessively.)
***

"THEY" who welcomed you
were your parents +
seven brothers/sisters
and, of course,
      my Mother...      
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Footnotes
THEY also included my Uncle John (her husband)
and Aunt Betty (my Mother's sister.)

THEY are also known as the Oliverio 2.0 family
because each one has graduated from
his/her mortal coil.
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First Two Lines Are From F. Scott Fitzgerald ... Then Comes Me

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America is the story
of the moon that never rose

America is the story
of the Emperor without clothes
But with 1001 talking heads
and each one, certain that he knows
Why we aren't better,
articulating ever letter
One repeats,  the next is repeatier
sounding authoritative:
that is their metier
as they seduce
your brain
through
the media
  
Unspoken are the words
OH HECK!
then they receive
  a handsome check

 Seemingly intelligent
verbal pecks
segue to 1001
handsome checks


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Footnote
in a letter to  Marya Mannes. 

I wrote the rest while agonizing
a sleepless Mrs. CarPeo.

The next Fitzgerald page is  here.
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Photoverio © (#215): On The Road Again

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© Mrs. Oliverio (2x)
Shop-Rite w/o  Mekey Dees

  



Again
From 10536
To 90802

But this time
What we have:
Exclusivity

The road is ours
And ours alone   





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Dreaming Without Color ... Without Form ... With Nothing But ...

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i dreamt that we were in
a black and white world
and i was all in black

would she take me back
to her past
to her future
to her
everything
in between

but my blackness
killed all questions
and she smothered me
in white bliss


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Footnote
DREAMING...WITHOUT COLOR...
WITHOUT FORM...WITH NOTHING BUT
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL. 
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Photoverio © (#214): With Fats Waller Soundtrack

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© Oliverio
Long Beach Bound



I will be your dustpan
If you will be my broom
We can work together
all around the room.

Fats Waller 
A Porter's Love Song
To A Chambermaid. 











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The 68th Bullet: Ignrance Is Bliss

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If being culturally aware
means reading about 
the most recent terrorist explosions
or cop killings or knowing
whom the cops have killed,
then ignorance is bliss.

  
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 Footnote
THE 68th BULLET  is the copyrighted property of  LCSoL.  ________________________________________________________________________________________________


Photoverio © (#213): Terra Cotta Mustache

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© Oliverio
Long Beach Promenade
(2013) 
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Almost X-Rated New Yorker Cartoon (Comic Relief #1293)

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Michael Crawford

Did you read the novel about
the designer dental floss salesman?

I know the answer is NO
because I wrote it and
it has yet to be 
published.

However,
copies are available
from this website.
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This Is Not...This Is (TIN/TI #30)

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  ⬆ 
THIS IS NOT 
Harry Torcyzner



THIS IS
Harry Torcyzner
 

   


Mr. Tocyzner,  like Rene Magritte,
is from Belgium.

An attorney and art collector,
he is also the man most responsible
for promoting Magritte art in
the United States of America.

Unlike Magritte, however,
Tocyzner is not the Post-Humous
Chairman of the LCSoL Art Department.

Professor Magritte is the man
most responsible for the sequence of
This Is Not pages.


This is not a pipe
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Haiku, Byku, Bicycle, Eat a Pickle [HKu #12]

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The light at the end
of the tunnel
Is just the bottom
of the pool.


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Footnotes
HAIKU, BYKU, BICYCLE, EAT A PICKLE
 is the copyrighted property of LCSOL.

The next GoFather Haiku is  here.
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A Poem And A Travelogue By Baudelaire

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Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows,
And all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone.
I already hear the dead thuds of logs below
Falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.

All of winter will return to me:
derision, Hate, shuddering, horror, drudgery and vice,
And exiled, like the sun, to a polar prison,
My soul will harden into a block of red ice.

I shiver as I listen to each log crash and slam:
The echoes are as dull as executioners' drums.
My mind is like a tower that slowly succumbs
To the blows of a relentless battering ram.

It seems to me, swaying to these shocks, that someone
Is nailing down a coffin in a hurry somewhere.
For whom? -- It was summer yesterday; now it's autumn.
Echoes of departure keep resounding in the air. 



This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window. It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not, and this question of removal is one  which I discuss incessantly with my soul.
 
'Tell me, my soul, poor chilled soul, what do you think of going to live in Lisbon? It must be warm there, and there you would invigorate yourself like a lizard. This city is on the sea-shore; they say that it is built of marble and that the people there have such a hatred of vegetation that they uproot all the trees. There you have a landscape that corresponds to your taste! a landscape made of light and mineral, and liquid to reflect them!'

My soul does not reply.
 
'Since you are so fond of stillness, coupled with the show of movement, would you like to settle in Holland, that beatifying country? Perhaps you would find some diversion in that land whose image you have so often admired in the art galleries. What do you think of Rotterdam, you who love forests of masts, and ships moored at the foot of houses?'

My soul remains silent.
 
'Perhaps Batavia attracts you more? There we should find, amongst other things, the spirit of Europe married to tropical beauty.'
 
Not a word. Could my soul be dead?
 
'Is it then that you have reached such a degree of lethargy that you acquiesce in your sickness? If so, let us flee to lands that are analogues of death. I see how it is, poor soul! We shall pack our trunks for Tornio. Let us go farther still to the extreme end of the Baltic; or farther still from life, if that is possible; let us settle at the Pole. There the sun only grazes the earth obliquely, and the slow alternation of light and darkness suppresses variety and increases monotony, that half-nothingness. There we shall be able to take long baths of darkness, while for our amusement the aurora borealis shall send us its rose-coloured rays that are like the reflection of Hell's own fireworks!'

At last my soul explodes, and wisely cries out to me: 

'No matter where! No matter where! 
As long as it's out of the world!'

Charles Baudelaire  

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Saturday, July 16, 2016

Then Garry Explained To Jerry The Real Reason Why...

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The news broadcasters were on TV saying
"Why would Robin Williams
want to kill himself?
 

"He just finished doing a TV series.  
He's got two movies in the can
And he's scheduled to shoot another one...
Why would you kill yourself?
"

And I was sitting there saying...
She just gave the reason!


This episode of  Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee
originally aired on January 20, 2016.

Garry Shandling died on March 24, 2016.
He was suffering from  hyperarathyroidism. 

Robin Williams  chose 
to end his life on
August 11, 2014.

  Today–July 16, 2016–
Robin and Garry
are probably telling
jokes about Jerry.
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Footnote
Jerry Seinfeld is living proof that 
there is still intelligent life
on Planet Earth. 
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