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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Thursday, December 1, 2016

Clancy's Friday Night Caraoke [sic]

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PAUL THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS

The spotlight was languid
on many a song
a real situation—smile polite.

Not manufactured in telelalaland
But the mouth, body, instruments they are,
(Remember when your high school classmates 

shocked the other contenders
with a clear crystalline note?)

That's gone to memory,

like all the unretrievable snippets.

So the greyed but brave sang out darkened,
a time honored self-entertainment.

Barely seen or heard, a bat not a bird
What I wondered would number seven do
If I only knew.

The glass cracked, power attracted,
Electricity gathered, he broke through,
A sudden shock, a transformation,
The one I knew was someone new
A powerball melded powdered reality
A spotlight of his own-making
A cracking glassbomb disarmed
Me.


Mrs. CarPeo


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Footnote
PAUL THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
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1 comment:

  1. What "they" keep to themselves
    lost loves, mistakes,
    no one totally likes the inside "them"
    the mask of comedy, tragedy,
    dramidy, dreamity,
    Craftily
    takeoff that dour mask
    so that I can see you
    off the stage
    a task
    Not to be
    Snide.
    A nice guy for all to see
    but me
    the stage played out
    My property
    The man of music
    I see

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