The Shadow Knows

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© Oliverio
The title is the soundtrack
Have a Happy New Year! 

Yes, you are tall

 But I come between
 You and the wall

 All you have is age
 But I make you sway
 I give you this page

 I give you contour
 I give you mystique
 And what is more

 I give us ego
 You give me substance
 And wherever we go 

 I am nothing without you
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Circus Exhibits From Mr. & Mrs. K

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The first paragraphs from Kate Chopin's  EMANCIPATION:

Kate Chopin
(1869)

An excerpt from Franz Kafka's  A HUNGER ARTIST:

Franz Kafka
(1924)

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Footnotes
A HUNGER ARTIST links to the full text of Kafka's short story.

EMANCIPATION links to an audio version of Chopin's very short story.

The first of ten GoodFather of Math Kafka pages is  here.

Another Kate Chopin page is to be determined.

The next Kafka page is  there. 
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ONION NEWS 2014 College Rankings

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 Harvard tops the list. But #2 is a surprise:

Click  here  to read all about it
(And see better images)

The next Onion page 

is  here.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson And Me

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Ralph Waldo Emerson
(1803-1882)
More Emerson quotes are  here.

Consistency is the hobgoblin 
of little minds. Its absence 
is the kickstarter for the 
rush to judgment.
Emerson/ Oliverio  

There is no truth to the rumor that 

this supermarket was named for 

  Emerson but Oliverio is 

welcome to believe 

otherwise 

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Sigmund Freud's Other Favorite Song By THE WHO

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Sigmund Freud
 (1856-1939)

The  Institute of Inane Research  has discovered what
the much-maligned Godfather of Psychoanalysis
received in his 2014 Christmas stocking.

This is the third of three gifts.

The other two were featured
on the previous pages.

The Who
(1967)

I used to wake up in the morning
I used to feel so bad
I got so sick of having sleepless nights
I went and told my dad

He said, "Son now here's some little something"
And stuck them on my wall
And now my nights ain't quite so lonely
In fact I, I don't feel bad at all



The next Institute of Inane page is  here.
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Sigmund Freud's Favorite Flower

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A favorite flower of the  Father of Psychoanalysis
would have to be  the orchid.

© Oliverio
(2014)
This is Photoverio #49.5

The Freud Sequence continues
here.

It can make atheists surrender
their membership cards
and the orchid proves
that God's preferred
botanist was
Eros.





 
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Sigmund Freud's Favorite Music

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Sigmund Freud

If the Godfather of Psychoanalysis
could make a list of his favorite
music from the Sixties...

The Who
(1966)

This song would  make the mix 

for lyrics such as these:

Substitute...me for him 

Substitute...my coke for gin 

Substitute...you for my Mom 

At least I'll get my washing done.

Substitute...your lies for fact 

I see right through your plastic mac 

I look all white but my Dad was black 

My fine looking suit is really made out of sack 




The Sigmund Freud Sequence continues  here.

 

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Some Call It "Christmas," He Calls It "Xmas"

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This  of ALGEBRA MAN memorial  is from  here.

I call it X-mas because
there are so gosh-darn 
many variables 
involved in the
holidays.

And  x 
is the most 
popular variable.
-ALGEBRA MAN


The  Institute of Inane Research  is fully responsible for this page.

Everyone from the Institute wishes you the happiest of holidays,
regardless of what you call them.

The next Institute of Inane page is  here.  
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A Van Gogh Gift For Everyone

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A painter recreates a  Vincent Van Gogh  self-portrait
at a film studio in the northern Polish city of Gadnsk

FEATURE-LENGTH
ANIMATED FILM
WILL BRING
VAN GOGH
PAINTINGS
TO LIFE

Danuta Roman recreates a Vincent Van Gogh painting...
She is one of dozens of Polish artists working on
"Loving Vincent,"  the world's first 
painting-based animated film

AFP PHOTOS/ Piotr Wittman

 Italic text is
 Art Daily
 verbatim



© artdaily.org

The soundtrack for this page is  Starry, Starry Night.

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Another McCarthy Christmas Carol

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Jack McCarthy
&
The Lucky Tones

Light up those Christmas lights
Let the reindeer see them shine
Merry Christmas to
Baby Jesus, 
Santa Claus & 
Frankenstein
© Jack McCarthy

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Bi-Coastal Christmas Greetings (Comic Relief #50)

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Donald Reilly
New Yorker Magazine
December 18, 1995

 The next New Yorker page is  here.  

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Photoverio © (#49): Six Days Ago: A Dilemma

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© Mrs. Oliverio
I saw it, I shot it
(2014)

#50 is  here.

 

Is it snow or
Is it chalk?

If only the chair
could talk

Lo & Behold
Behold & Lo:

It was snow

Exclusively
on her patio





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Footnote
SIX DAYS AGO: A DILEMMA is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
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Christmas Greetings From Adan & Eva

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© Oliverio
Drawing + Poem 
by Mrs. CarPeo
The next Adan + Eva page is  here.

Adan and Eva  sort of miss
A white snowy Christmas


But this year they shed—
It can be said—


All winter gear:
No snow anywhere


They frolic and feel
On slopes of steel


Instead of ski poles
They swing off steel rolls


Sloping parabolic
On gayly lit bars—quite symbolic.
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Reprinted By Popular Demand: Then & Now

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1994
The little blue boy
in the back of the bus
is the only one who is not one of us

The little boy
with his eyes in a book
is the only one with a different look

We all shout
and scream and laugh with glee
he–the bus driver’s dream–has a knobby red knee

Bespectacled
with blue jeans and a blue beret
who, amongst us, will fling it away?

2014
The little blue boy
is now a full grown man
we wash his car as often as we can

It’s okay
that he calls each of us “flipper”
it’s okay because he’s a generous tipper


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Footnote
THEN & NOW is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
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Dawn's Debauchers: Verbatim Dialog

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"That's the trouble with you, Jay," Lou told him frankly.
"You're always getting into fly-paper. Take me.
  I drop in the Spinning Top, pick up Tessie or Fifi,
  slip them a fifty-dollar bill and that's the end of it.
  I can meet them on the street with my wife,
  they never bat an eye."

"Ah, they got no feelings," Jay argued.
"What's the fun of sleeping with some
  little tart with no feelings?"

"Once you got feelings you're in trouble," Lou warned him.
"Those girls are all right. No talk. Nothing.
  But what do you do? You get some dame
  that's restless, mad at her husband maybe
  too high class for a fifty-dollar bill so
  you got to give them a diamond pin.
  Then the trouble begins."
  Dawn Powell
  Angels on Toast
 (1940)   

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Footnote
This page is dedicated to  9 East 10th St.

That was the Manhattan residence  where Ms. Powell wrote Angels On Toast. 

The next Dawn Powell page is  here.  
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Seventy-Four Years Ago Today

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Frances Scott Key Fitzgerald
Born: September 24, 1896
Died: December 21, 1940

The next Fitzgerald page is  here.

At eighteen, our convictions
are hills from which we look.

At forty-five, they are caves
in which we hide.
Scott Fitzgerald









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Cezanne's Cubistic Curiosity Causes Motor City Controversy

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Cezanne
Mont Saint Victoire

DETROIT-
The Edsel and Eleanor Ford House sold a painting by French artist Paul Cezanne last year
to a private buyer for $100 million. The deal was not publicized in order
to prevent trouble for the Detroit Institute of Arts as it defended
its collection from creditors in Detroit's bankruptcy trial.

© Artdaily.org

Best Photo of the Day

12/21/14

The  Detroit Free Press

explains why this painting

qualifies as a Curiosity.

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Previously, On These Pages...

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Photoverio #48

The question was asked: Exactly what trees do these come from?

One of those trees was identified by Commentistas (or "Followers")
of that page. But since that post, exhaustive research by Mrs. CarPeo
has identified the other tree (actually, a plant).

THE SWAN PLANT
but it is also known by another name
which rhymes with
hairy falls 

  











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What Could Have Been My First California Paycheck...

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Had I signed a 1981 contract offer
which was forwarded from
New York to my first home
in Los Angeles.

The apartment had a spectacular view of the world-famous
HOLLYWOOD sign.

Unfortunately, that view was shared with a colony of cockroaches.

Ultimately, both jokes were "shared"
with the readers of the GO/GOOD/
GODFATHER OF MATH pages.


Between receipt of this contract offer and the one I signed with  JR,  I did receive $50 cash
from an African-American comedienne with a Jewish surname (which was not Goldberg!)
for a routine that began:

My father owned a shoe store in Harlem
and my mother was a shoplifter.
It was love at first frisk. 

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If She Were Still Alive, This Page Could Not Would Not Exist

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Imagine moving three thousand miles away from home...

And the first paycheck you receive is from one of your heroes.

Only to be followed by a second payment from her.

Then she takes the fruit of your labor
and shares it with the world.

If only the decimal point had leapfrogged to the right!

I had arrived in California on May 25, 1981.
Joan, if your estate requires it,
I will remove this page forthwith.
My eternal love for you is strong enough
to make Mrs. CarPeo jealous!

HOWEVER...
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Happy Holidays & Happy Hyperlinking

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Subtitle: Containment & Choreography in Le Havre

A message from the CarPeo Image Appreciation Enablers: Please click  here.

The photographer's name is  "JR"

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Pure Unadulterated John Mellencamp With No Cougar

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John Mellencamp 
Mr. Happy Go Lucky
(1996)

She teaches the English at the American school

She teaches imaginary numbers
and the golden rule

She says it's hard to worry about the future
When the past is knocking at your door
Sweet mistakes and information
Have been her lovers before

This may not be the end of the world 
but you can see it from here.



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Pure Unadulterated Chopin With No Piano

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Kate Chopin 
The Awakening
(1899)

It sometimes entered Mr. Pontellier's mind to wonder
if his wife were not growing a little
unbalanced mentally.

He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is,
he could not see that she was becoming herself
and daily casting aside that fictitious self
which we assume like a garment with
which to appear before the world.



There were days when Edna  Pontellier was unhappy,
she did not know why–when it did not seem
worth while to be glad or sorry, to be
alive or dead; when life appeared
to her like a grotesque pandemonium
and humanity like worms struggling blindly
toward inevitable annihilation. She could not work
on such days, nor weave fancies to stir
her pulses and warm her blood.


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Footnote
The next Kate Chopin page is here.
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Photoverio © (#48): This Is Not...

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© Oliverio
We honestly don't know 

This is not a butterfly


 and


That is not an orange

 The question is not
"What rhymes with orange"
  but... 

  Exactly what trees 
 did these come from?    

 
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Footnotes
Thanks to the commentary below, we now know the names of the mystery flora.

Holy coincidence!  Photoverio #49   is also GoFather of Math, page 49.
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Photoverio © (#47): Good Luck To Him

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© Oliverio
Image sold at Starbucks

This boy in blue
with mud clot in hand

Thought he was playing in the sand

With green lights behind him
and clear sky overhead

This is what he said:

As you can clearly see
I am in recovery

But I am the steeple
bringing power 
to the people






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Footnotes
GOOD LUCK TO HIM is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

The boy's name is Lamar and he was last seen in Long Beach in 2006.

His prize possession was a notebook full of rap lyrics
and some genuinely interesting poetry.

I sincerely hope that someday he performs a rap version
of  this song  if and only if he acknowledges John Lennon.

Maybe Lamar has already done so.

Both this page and  Photoverio #48 
are dedicated to Lamar and his recovery.
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The Bread Dream

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© Oliverio
O-phone Fantasy

 
"Breakfast is ready."

"Do we eat it or just need it?"

"Eat it! It is the ultimate nutrient."

"Whatever you say."

"One bill makes you smaller.
  The other makes you five." 

"How Grace Slick of you!"





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Footnotes

Alice

THE  BREAD DREAM
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

The  namesake  of the Lewis Carroll
School of Logic obviously
inspired this page.

His most famous creation 
also inspired the  soundtrack.

This is another un-numbered Photoverio page.
 

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The Chair & Table Dream

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© Mrs. Oliverio
Haze 

 I was sitting at the singles table 

with all the eight-year-olds 

who were sent to college 

and couldn't 

get out.







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Footnotes
THE CHAIR & TABLE DREAM is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

This is another un-numbered Photoverio page.

Content was  created entirely by Mrs. CarPeo.
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The GooF Is Forgiven In Letter Form

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 Despite your self-proclaimed vegetarian sense of humor 
(you repeatedly say "Every day I consume Onion News")

to be continued

 the GooFather of Math neglected
 to acknowledge us in your
 Thousand Page Salute

  We hereby forgive Mr. Oliverio 
 but you better not ask us 
 for a job until you
 have read some more
 Flann O'Brien

 We gave you this quotatious page
 but we'll take your format-
 challenged bullet page.

 PS
 You shouldn't have 
 sold your iPad. 

 PPS
 Contrary to the caption,
 the next Onion News page is  here.
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Grandma's Hands Will Resound With Applause

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It is a lazy, hazy, rainy Tuesday afternoon but I was just struck by a news flash
that proves intelligent life still swims in the mainstream.

Finally, Bill Withers is being inducted
into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame

Bill Withers
born on July 4, 1938
this image is from
TogetherWeServed.com

At the 2015 R&& Hall of Fame ceremony,
there will obviously be performances
of AINT NO SUNSHINE  
and LEAN ON ME.

What is not obvious is whether
Mr. Withers will be part
of the performance.

From the Rolling Stone interview: 
I don't want to be one
of those old guys who
sounds like a gerbil
giving birth to a
hippopotamus.

There are too many other quotes
from that hyper-linked interview
to mention here but please do
whatever it takes to see
this 2009 documentary

Still Bill

  
I speak on behalf
of a gazillion people
who swear that Bill's
21st century rendition
of  GRANDMA'S HANDS
in no way resembles a gerbil.
 
It sounds as good, if not better than,
a 20th century video of the same song.







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Chico Hamilton Revisited

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Chico Hamilton
(1921-2013)

December 24, 1956

I never met Chico but he spent some
quality time with his upscale friend
and Manhattan high-rise neighbor,
Maxine Gordon. I have her
autograph  on a paycheck.

Dexter Gordon's widow
and Chico were reminiscing
over a 1940 Jefferson High School
yearbook which I legally purchased
from the school's principal. According
to Maxine, Chico pointed out a teacher
from his first period class who gave him a
failing grade because, the future jazz legend
would "smell like cigarets" after playing
drums in a Central Avenue club until
the early hours of the morning.


One decade later, in a place
called London, a young
boy worshipped
Charlie Parker
until...

He heard Chico Hamilton play drums.
This young man grew up to become a legendary drummer
in a different genre. The boy's name: Charlie Watts.
The orchestra  band he joined: the Rolling Stones.

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BOBBY THE BAT & His Beautiful Breathing Patterns

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Arnie Levin
New Yorker Magazine
September 28, 1987

In the animal kingdom
it is scientifically known

That respiratory problems–
everywhere–are easily shown

Which animal has none?
we now whimsically ask:

Bobby the Bat & his ilk
because of this task

LUD, an acronym that should
be introduced by a clown,

Stands for something simple:
Laugh Upside Down





But you can  call it  "Inversion Therapy."


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Footnote
The next New Yorker cartoon is  here.
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Brother, Sister, Pony And Poem

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The Pony, Paul, And Linda

© Oliverio 
Poem by Mrs. CarPeo

Sweet little ones, all three
The girl is faire
The boy is handsome

For freedom, the pony
would give a king's ransom

On a fabled Manhattan street–
Paved with gold–they meet

Building blocks of stone
Address unknown

Ditto, the year  they say
Was she in the city
that day?




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Footnotes
THE PONY, PAUL, AND LINDA is the copyrighted property of LCSoL. 

The next Linda page is  here. 
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A Christmas Carol From Jack McCarthy

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Jack McCarthy

Everybody's heard of Rudolph,

Dominick the Donkey,

And the Seraphim

Willy the Christmas Weasel

Nobody's ever heard of him
until now

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One HAND Fits All

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© Oliverio 
From our O-phone

Have

A

Nice

Day

Let our differences not divide but complete us

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Footnotes
The quote is from a letter written by  Charles Lutwidge Dodgson  who is much better known
as Lewis Carroll, the creator of ALICE IN WONDERLAND.

The soundtrack was written by George Harrison. 
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STREET ART UTOPIA (#15)

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Have a Happy CLICKmas

#16 is  here.

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Who Is That Lady?

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Pedro Berruguete
The Last Supper
(≈1475)

Who is that lady on her knees?
A  down-goer or come-upper?
Did she serve the
Last Supper?

No question
could be hipper
Than to ask:
Was Jesus a good tipper?


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Once It Was..

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Read the story in today's Art Daily

Once it was in Jewish hands
But it wasn't like owning a jalopy
They owned the original painting
As opposed to this hand held copy

Then Germany demanded distinction
With Hitler crying out for racial extinction

Not hung from trees like magnolias in the south
But gassed en masse for possession of a mouth

Yet less than ten percent of all who died:
World War II killed  60 million  world-wide

Therefore the holocaust curse
Could have been worse.

Post-war reunified Germany said  
Our horrible history:
Let's just hurl it
But lo and behold:
Along came the Son of Gurlitt.

The father was hand-picked by Hitler's posse
To collect stolen Jewish art, degenerate or glossy

Little Cornelius loved what his Daddy did do
Inheriting from the Papa what rightly
Belonged to a Jew

But every war (virtually) ends
And Hitler's offspring
Had to make amends

Yet little Cornelius loved his art
Living in dirt but keeping it
Close to his heart

No longer little in 2012
Into his hoard of ill-gotten art
German authorities did delve

For a full year they were hush hush
While the sun got sunny
The moon got moony

Based on a true story
(except where we have to lie)

MONUMENTS MEN was Berlin-filmed
And Cornelius Gurlitt privately proclaimed
God Bless George Clooney

One full year of hush hush–
You know what I mean–
The busted Gurlitt was not news
Until 2013

God Bless international media–
They are so opposite of "groovy"–
MONUMENTS MEN proved to be
One God-awful movie



Ignoring the Gurlitt factor...
Then to his lawyer, George got married!
Distracting from  "monumental heroes" who–
To their own homes–stolen Jew-owned
art they illegally carried.

But other German Jew-owned art
Is where  anyone can see 'em
All you gotta do is go to
Any world-famous Art Museum

Yes we need a saner world
Not one of mega-paranoid size–
Believe in every Museum's innocence:
It is madness to think otherwise.

Sometimes ignorance can be bliss
Sometimes it can be a death-kiss.

 
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Footnotes
ONCE IT WAS... is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

The next Gurlitt page [albeit footnote only] is  here.
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