Abstractions On G-Block

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© Oliverio (3x)
G = Glass

 

The curators of G-Block are  here.
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Photoverio © (#99): Palm Reading

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The Palm Tree 

That Had Too Much

To Dream Last Night ...   w/ electric prune music 

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Solution For A Major Social Problem

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Do not think of them as Homeless

Think of them as Sky-roofers

They are people who have chosen

to sleep under the open sky

 -Redee Ornot Hairdakum

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..................... Parrot Droppings (The Book Of Gus #3) .....................

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Flaubert always sides with minorities, 

with "the Bedouin, the Heretic, the philosopher, 
the hermit, the Poet."

In 1867,  forty-three gypsies pitched camp 

in the Cours La Reine and aroused 

much hatred among the Rouennais.

Flaubert delighted in their presence 

and gave them money. 

No doubt you wish to pat him on the head for this. 

If he’d known he was gaining the approval of the future, 

he’d probably have kept the money to himself.

Julian Barnes
Flaubert's Parrot 

From the chapter entitled
The Case Against 

Flaubert sans Parrot
continues
here. 

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Paul's Dream: A Found Identity

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I organized a hunger strike

then there was 

world peace

I sponsored a dance–

a lotus dance that

morphed into

a jig

I changed my name

with sacred thoughts 

from the East

to the best of

the West

I became a member of the
Cool Hindu Association 

They gave me a job

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The Book Of Matthew (Part 2)

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Episode Title =
Love Among The Ruins

If you don't like
what is being said
then change the conversation.

The Creator of mad men

used perfect slices of  hamm

to gobble up the Emmys

and  cast  a ratings slam

 

The Intelligent Designer

is Godfather  Matthew Weiner

(A graduate of the  Soprano Family.)

The next MAD MEN page is  here.

You can't get
100 percent
approval rating
  or you've done

something

dumb

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..................... Parrot Droppings (The Book Of Gus #2) .....................

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What makes us want to know the worst?

Is it we tire of wanting to know the best

Does curiosity always hurdle self-interest?

Or is it, more simply that wanting to know the worst

is love's favorite perversion? 

Julian Barnes'
Flaubert's Parrot 
continues
 here. 

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Photoverio © (#98): Filtered CarPeos

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 ← Red Micronite





   

                                     

© Oliverio 
Bedford, New York

Black Gold 100 →

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The Book Of Gus

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The inspiration 

for this page 

is  here.

Gustave Flaubert
(1821-1880)

  En route to church, 
  his father would  say:
"We are going to visit Gus."

  It was a 3-letter word
  beginning with  G
-The Book of Symbols 

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Hap Belated Birthday To You...

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© Oliverio

To Fellow Birthees of
the MAY 18th Club

It's Still Our Month!

Pope John Paul II

Tina Fey

Pernell Roberts

Big Joe Turner

Reggie Jackson

Brooks Robinson

Bertrand Russell

Et Al

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AXIS BOLD AS LOVE Coffee Table

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My red is so confident, he flashes trophies 

of war and ribbons of euphoria

Orange is young, 

full of daring but very 
unsteady for the 
first go round

My yellow is not so mellow. 
In fact, I'm trying to say it's 
frightened like me

   

And all these emotions of mine 
keep holding me from giving 
my life to a rainbow like you

Lyrics by  Jimi Hendrix

Photo by  © Oliverio 

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The 38th Bullet: The Quintessential Nutrient

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The milk of motherhood

has an expiration date.

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Footnotes

THE 38th BULLET  is the copyrighted property of  LCSoL.

The next BULLET is  here. 

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The Book Of Matthew (Part 1)

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Matthew Weiner
creator of
MAD MEN

Budget constraints are very, 
very good for creativity.  
Having unlimited amounts 
of money makes you really lazy.

 The Book of Matthew 

continues  here.

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Photoverio © (#97): Three Of A Kind For Mrs. C

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© Oliverio
Happy CraigListing, Honey!
 (Ralphs #251)
(90814) 

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Photoverio © (#96): Also Appearing In WALL-2-WALL Gallery

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© Oliverio
A True Collaboration of Mr. and Mrs. CarPeo
(2015) 

PASSION FRUIT 
SPAGHETTI

Would be hanging 
in the Getty

If it were painted 
by an old Italian

with a name like 
MitoBalo Pasqueti

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MaGreetings From The Guard At The Gate

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© Oliverio
(2007)
Before The Law:
Orson the W
recites
Franz the K

But the 
text is
"at the gate" 

he is not wearing  pin-stripe

he is  wearing
metal-stripe:

such is the 
wardrobe

of the guard 
at the gate

who is known all
around the globe

you might even say
It looks kinda neat

an image suggestive 
of  Rene Magritte


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Footnotes
MAGREETINGS FROM THE GUARD AT THE GATE
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

If  The Trial  had not been broadcast on  TCM  last night,
this page would have looked very different.

I only wish Orson Welles could have recited  January 1, 1920,
unarguably the most Kafka-esque day of the 20th Century
for more than four thousand American citizens.

The only way that argument is lost is by noting that
Franz Kafka's  The Trial  was not published
until 1925, one year after his death.

The next Kafka page is  here. 
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Slang-O-Metric Poem For A Brie Grows In Brooklyn

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Inga-Binga
Diddely do

Kamelot Kid
wanted to
marry
you



 

But instead–in '52
He married the daught
of Black Jack Bou

A royal wedding
of American true...





Inga Binga diddely-wix
if your  nineteen thirty-six

                                                Olympic date
                             was Kamelot
                instead of 
Mr. Hate...

We'd all be
                 singing diddely do
                                             instead of sequeling WW2

And this
chosen lady
could have
been you










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Footnotes
All of the images are from  A Brie Grows In Brooklyn. 

All of the text is from somewhere south of my cerebellum.

I first used the term Slang-O-Metric as a genuine teenager,
as opposed to my present status as a 66 year-old teenager.

A slight variation of the term was trademarked by me
during the previous millennium.

The poem, which is a copyrighted LCSoL property, alters
all names to protect the good, the bad, and the ugliest. 
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Their House

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© Oliverio
St. Francis Eugene
(2010) 

the day the bod
becomes wormfood

is the day the sou
enters this house

full of white noise
but not a sound
is heard

pew housing
for 10,000 sous

       
he enters... 
he mounts the pulpit
and doesn't talk
as much as 
drone
    
pure nonsense
punctuated with
57 flavors of boredom

she enters...
from the rear 
with vacuum
cleaner

vacuum noise
to drown the drone

she reaches the altar

together they empty
the hoover bag:

colors rainbow the room
with beethoven's 9th

sous reunite with bods
sans wormholes

ten thousand bodies
pruned with youth

all perfect of 
skin and tooth

all shake hands

everyone dances
to the colors



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Footnote
THEIR HOUSE is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

A Beethoven's 9th cartoon is  here. 

The Bod and Sou theme song is  there.

She is probably dueting  Body and Sou with Ella or Billie
but  on terra firma,  Amy sang it with did it with Tony. 
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Photoverio © (#95): Piss And Pixilation

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A Monster of an idea
for marketing maven
Murray Antoinette:


Let them drink urine
but flavor it
with gin

Then be sure to
call it an

Energy Drink



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Footnote
Photograph by Paul Oliverio is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
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November 9, 1966

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© Oliverio
Ode to John and Yoko

The next Beatles' page is  here.

On that day...
 
John Lennon met Yoko Ono  
for the first time...
at a London 
art gallery.


The first thing John did 
was climb a ladder.


At the top of that ladder...
was one single word.


That word was YES.




The question has often 
been asked:
      

Was Yoko the reason for 
the Beatles break-up?


That answer is NO! 

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This Very Very Special Abrams Book Designer

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In 1983, she knew
that this author, Ariana–
with the mile long 
Greek name—  
would become 
a modern 
Goddess.

None of her fellow designers,
or any other Abrams employees,
believed 
her.


Stassinopoulos

She told her colleagues that Ariana was easy 
to work with  "If you remember to laugh at her jokes."

Then along came a little rich boy and prophecy
was fulfilled. Ariana became a Huffington. 

Bejeweled and un-bewildered, the world
became her oyster.

What more does a modern Goddess need to do,
after legitimizing that puky sounding thing
called a Blog?

One more question: did the very, very special
Abrams Books designer know–in 1983–
that she was the future Mrs. CarPeo?  

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February 6

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February 6, 1895


Babe Ruth 
was born

February 6, 1944

My parents

were married

Enough said!

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How Much...

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Put me on this beach
with a pocket counter
device.

Let me count all–
or half or just
half of one half–
of the grains
of sand.

When I stop
I will know
how much
I love
Carol.

We have time
but she is sleeping
and dreaming about
her mother and me
getting caught shoplifting at Macy's.
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My Aunt Betty Did Not...

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Look like this 

but I wish she did.

In the shadows of the  Whitestone Bridge,

One block from the last  exit on the Long Island side, there was  a house...

It was on a block with 47 other houses: 24 on each side.

All of the houses looked identical from the outside.

The "last exit" of the Whitestone Bridge (3rd Avenue) 

was mis-named because the moment the exit was taken, 

the first cross-street was  6th Avenue. 

One of those houses was

147-75 6th Avenue.

That is where Linda and Paul lived.

Their photograph is below.

Every evening, they would sit down for dinner 

with Mom and Dad and Baby Judith and

an alarm would sound at exactly 6PM.

But it was not an alarm clock. It was the telephone.
 

It was Aunt Betty who lived in the Bronx.
She would talk about this, that, or the other thing
but mostly about her parakeet, Lucky.

Baby Judith proved to be the best listener.
...
...
... 

For the first forty years of my life, no woman–who did not 
live at 147-75 6th Avenue–had a greater impact 
on me than Aunt Betty.

I cannot write anymore about her at this time.

I just want to cry and think of her and her sister 
who was my mother and her first niece 
who was my sister and her brother-in-law

who was my father.

To write more about Aunt Betty...I vow to do so
but will close with this:

The most reliable car I ever owned was named Betty
because my Aunt's death resulted in an inheritance
that paid for a brand new car without 
having to take out a loan. 

I would like 

to thank 

Betty Draper

for inspiring

this page

which begins

with her silhouette 

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She Wrote It's NOT My Comment!

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Undoubtedly, a  Big Pharma  sales person
is responsible for the reddening 
of this cartoon.

Probably, 
someone who just returned
from an all-expenses paid week-long 
tropical vacation for selling enough 
prescription medicine to kill
half the population of Utah.

This page is 

no exception:

  New Yorker 

 cartoon pages 

usually begin 

w/ email  from 

Mrs.CarPeo 

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Footnotes
The hyperlink gets you to Wikipedia's BIG PHARMA CONSPIRACY THEORY
which states that there is collusion between pharmaceutical companies and 
the medical profession to keep the population dependent on drugs.

It is not a theory: it is proven fact: the sensory perception of the general population
must be dulled by pharmaceuticals in order for those people to be suckered into 
buying more drugs from the same pharmaceutical companies.

But as much as ten percent of the time, prescription drugs do much more good than harm!

The next New Yorker page is  here.
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One Day Late But Always Welcome

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Yummy
So sweet and delicious
and mouth-wateringly forceful
of a confession:

I am a member of Sudoku Anonymous
who needs a nightly dose 
of the puzzle-drug
to fall asleep.

I need a daily dose
 of the puzzle drug
sometimes to divert my attention 
from that silly thing 
called reality.

But our BIG BOOK does not
have Twelve Steps

We only need Nine!  

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Photoverio © (#94): A Cat Named Pythagoras

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For the time equivalent of  "a cup of coffee,"
I was a married man.

And then along came Xmas. 

© Oliverio
Pythagoras
a/k/a
The Godfather of Geometry 

A Christmas gift
had four legs
and my wife
named it
after the
man I was
researching.
Seven years later, 
I was  published in 
The  Fibonacci Quarterly






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