He Said...She Said... (He/She #46) ©

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"Did you see what he did?"

"Oh boy, what did Marcel DuTramp do now?"

"Not him, silly. Our Creator–the Gofather–
  he did a page on Marcel Duchamp's sister."

"Show it to me."

"Suzanne Duchamp, in theory...if Marcel DuTramp
  is in fact the nephew of the surrealist artist...
  could be DuTramp's mother."

"That sounds intriguing. So maybe the  Poet Laureate
  is not just spinning a lariat of a tale about his family."

"I found a drawing by Suzanne."
"I like it. The roses appear to be
  engaged in hearty conversation."

"Just like us."

"If you say so."

"And I will say something to DuTramp
  about this."

"Good luck!"

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Footnotes
For reasons too personal to mention, the pages of the HE SAID...SHE SAID
sequence are the only GoFather of Math pages written in a quiet font size.

Also, they are the only sequential pages to not be linked together.
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The Private Joke Of A Sudoku-holic Word Model

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I had to laugh but not because I had finished 

eighteen puzzles in eighteen hours.

I laughed because of the advert.

Recently, a young man in a coffee house showed me

the language program he bought because

he was going to Paris.

It is you! 

he exclaimed.

Beneath an image of a man 

reading a newspaper

were the phrases:

The man is reading a newspaper.
L'homme est en train de lire un journal. 

      
The model for this language lesson
was, in fact, me!

The photograph was taken in 2006
when I lived in the same Virginia city
where Rosetta Stone was headquartered.


My coffeehouse acquaintance told me
that I appeared in two other bilingual images
but I saw only that one.

He promised to send me those images
 but never did.

Had he done so, I would present them here.

So I did the next best thing.

I called Rosetta and asked for copies
of my modelling images.

Of course, they said no,
unless I gave them $179.

Of course, I asked for extra compensation
for my image being marketed nine years
after the photo shoot.

Naturally, they said no.

They would not be the most successful
language company in the world
had they said otherwise.

I had signed a contract with them
and that contract is presented below.

In the nine months since I contacted Rosetta,
 they have sent me fifty emails and countless drop ads 
offering to sell me their products.

Fairfield is Rosetta's corporate name

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His Words, Not Mine

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Max Frisch
Sketchbook 1966-1971

For an interview
with the author,
click  here.

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Quoting The Palindromic President

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I would rather believe something and suffer for it, 
than to slide along into success without opinion.


I love agitation and investigation and glory 
in defending unpopular truth against popular error.


March 3, 1881:   Tonight I am a private citizen. 
Tomorrow I shall be called to assume 
new responsibilities and, the day after, 
the broadside of the world's 
wrath will strike.

James Abram Garfield
20th President of the United States:
(1881-1881)

    





His presidency lasted 
slightly more than 
half of a year.

For slightly less than
half of that time
a bullet lodged
in his body.






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In Search Of Times Past

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If trees could talk,

poets would translate

their every word.

But if trees could see,

it would look something like this:

Herbert Bayer
In Search Of Times Past
(1959) 

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The Arithmetic Progression of Marcel Duchamp's Sister

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Suzanne Duchamp
Broken and Restored Multiplication
(1918-1919) 

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Photoverio © (#144): This Corridor

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© Oliverio
(10/13/15)

This corridor
has many doors–

all set at 
right angles–

but it has
infinitely more
rectangles

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The Guitarist Was Satchmo Paige

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Le Corbusier
Nature Morte (Still Life)
1920 

The boys and the band
were here (and there)

No one heard them
but me (I swear)

I had to listen with
my Third Ear!

I loved every note
now Wiki i will quote:

In 1920, Charles-Edouard Jeanneret adopted Le Corbusier  

as a pseudonym, reflecting his belief that anyone could 

reinvent themselves. Adopting a single name to identify 

oneself was in vogue by artists in many fields 

during that era, especially in Paris.

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The 42nd Bullet: Those Hateful Haters

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The problem with "Haters" is believing 

they have a monopoly on hatred.

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 Footnotes

THE 42nd BULLET  is the copyrighted Property of LCSoL.

The next bullet is  here.

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Photoverio © (#143): Inedible Spaghetti

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It's Cable Time: 
Do you know where your remote is?

© Oliverio
Reactivating Unit N

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When Kafka Was Seventeen Years Old...

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HOW MANY WORDS (1900)
How many words are in books! 

They’re meant for reminders! 

As though words were ever reminders!


Because words are poor mountaineers and mountain men. 

They do not fetch treasures from the mountaintops and 

mountain deeps. 
But there is a live remembrance which 

beyond the worth of any reminder gently leads there 

like a coaxing hand. And if from this ash flame rises, 

glowing and hot, mighty and strong and you stare within,

as spellbound with the magic of it, then–

But in this chaste remembrance, one cannot 

inscribe oneself with clumsy hand and rude 

implement, one can do that only 

in these white, undemanding sheets. 

That did I on September 4, 1900.

Franz Kafka
(3 July 1883 – 3 June 1924)
Translated by
Christopher Mulrooney  

If you seriously want to know what it means 

to be Kafkaesque, click  here.

For the next GoFather/Kafka page–written with
tongue firmly imbedded in cheek–click  there. 

 
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Ice Cube Eyes: A Poem Inspired By Roland Topor

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The ninety-ninth time

he looked behind the wall

his eyes fell out

He replaced them with ice cubes

© Paul Oliverio

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A Mirthematical JEOPARDY Question

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This is the reason the oldest person 

in the Bible could be called 

Mr. Math.

Why does the Hebrew name Methusaleh

translates into the Greek name,

MATHousala? 

      

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Footnotes

A Google search for  MIRTHEMATICAL  yields seven results.

I have used the term for more than thirty years

but I do not recommend it as a name

for a tutoring service.

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Roland Topor TRIPLE JEOPARDY Question

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This is an image of the French Surrealist 

illustrator, novelist, and film-maker.

This is an example of his captioned work.

I am well-educated

This film poster is based on one of his novels.

(It also stars Roman Polanski,
Melvyn Douglas, and Shelly Winters.)

The correct "answer" 
to each of these questions is...

Who is ROLAND TOPOR?
    

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Footnote
The next Topor page is  here.

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World Series JEOPARDY Question

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This World Series team had a black guy 

named White and a white guy named Black.

WHO WERE THE 1985 KANSAS CITY ROYALS?

 

              

Mr. White

Mr Black

 

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Man Ray's Model Describes The Artist

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He was not handsome.

His nose had no opinion 
and went all over the place. 

He always seemed to be meditating, and was seldom light-hearted. 

It was a great pity 
that he did not smile a lot.

That little grin of his changed him altogether.
Jacqueline Goddard

(≈1928)

Man Ray  photographed her
when her name was 
Jacqueline Barsotti.





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Man Ray's Pythagorean Pool Table

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Man Ray
La Fortune
(1938) 

Mirthematical Formula: 

The square of the
HYPOTENUSE
equals the square 
of the leg minus
the color of
the clouds
 
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Two Quotes From Mr. Nietzsche

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1.

2. 
Pain need not 
segue into suffering 

when it can morph into protein.

Frederich Nietzsche 

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Torpor By TOPOR

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Roland Topor
(1938-1997)

His next page is  here. 

And a poem Roland inspired
me to write is  there.  

Torpor  is defined as 
a state of physical 
exhaustion.


Topor  is the name of
a very cerebrally
talented artist.
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He Said...She Said...(He/She #45) ©

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"Speaking of the Long Beach Jetty, I saw
  its Poet Laureate this morning."

"Tell me something I don't know.
  You see him every morning."

"Did you know he changed the pronunciation of his name?"

"From Marcel to Morsel, as in a small quantity?"

"No, silly boy. He changed the way to say his last name:
  No more Du-TRUMP because he does not want to sound
  like the Donald."

"I didn't know he had a political conscience. Good for him."

"He now pronounces his name the way it is spellt.
  Marcel DuTRAMP  rhymes with DuCHAMP."

"You mean it now rhymes with how he mispronounces
  his Surrealist uncle's name."

"Better than that, he gave me a picture of his uncle.
 You want to see it."

"Sure...

"You're joking. This isn't Marcel Duchamp!"

"Yes it is but only when he wanted to be known
   as  Rrose Selavy.  Isn't she/he cute?"



"Holy Dada! Marcel Duchamp–the artist who put
  a mustache on the Mona Lisa–was a transvestite!
  He should have lived here in Long Beach
  where trannies are a dime a dozen...
  Wait a minute...Don't tell me...
  Is his 'nephew' a transvestite?"


 "He told me he wasn't. DuTramp said
  wearing women's clothing
  gives him an asthma attack."

"Shit!"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because if the Poet Laureate of Long Beach were a transvestite,
  I wouldn't get jealous every time you talked about him."

"How do you know I am telling you the truth?"

"Enough said."
  
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Footnotes
For reasons too personal to mention, the pages of the HE SAID...SHE SAID
sequence are the only GoFather of Math pages written in a quiet font size.

Also, they are the only sequential pages to not be linked together.
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Photoverio © (#142): If And Also If

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If the  Long Beach Jetty

Were given a crew cut

and

If the Ocean were replaced by the Sky...

This is what the LBJ would look like

⬇︎⬇︎⬇︎

© Oliverio
If

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Alice In TOPOR-Land

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The Lewis Carroll 
School of Logic 
is proud to present...

She is listening to a Wonderland

His next page is  here.

A portrait
of ALICE



 
illustrated by Roland Topor

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His First Letter About And His Last Letter To Scottie Fitzgerald

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The only child of 
Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald
was born October 26, 1921



Two months later, Scott
wrote the following letter 
to his literary agent:

  
When the baby was much older, her full name became
Frances Scott "Scottie" Fitzgerald Lanahan Smith.

But less than two months after her 19th birthday...
Dated December 15, 1940...Scottie received 
what would be her last letter from her father.

He advised his daughter to "be sweet 
to your mother at Xmas..."

In the same paragraph, Scott's last letter 
to his daughter included more advice:

You have got two beautiful bad examples
of parents. Just do everything we didn't
and you will be perfectly safe.

He ended that paragraph with this sentence:

The insane are always mere guests on earth,
eternal strangers carrying around broken
decalogues that they cannot read.

F. Scott Fitzgerald died on December 21, 1940.
He was forty-four years old.

For more than forty-four years after that,
Scottie lived a perfectly respectable, fully 
responsible and eminently educated life.
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Footnotes
The first quoted letter is from   As Ever, Scott Fitz.

The second quoted letter is from  A Life In Letters: F. Scott Fitzgerald.

The next Fitzgerald page is  here. 
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A Consortium Of The Masters Of The Universe

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Mr. Green: 
We have to stop them from associating GREEN with money.

The uber-Master spoke:
Green sleeves...green leaves...We'll have them associate you 
with...THE ENVIRONMENT...You've got it, greenie!

Mr. Yellow:
I speak on behalf of all the chickens in the world who end up
on the dining table...They must be allowed to run free...
free on the range.

The uber-Master:
That's  an easy one...And  we can sell them with 
a 50% surcharge...You've got it, yelly!

From the other side of the table:

Mr. Pink:
I'm tired of being an effeminate color. I want to be associated
with the most macho male athletes in the world.

The uber-Master:
Let me think about that one for a minute...What is your 
astrological sign, pinky?

Mr. Pink:
I was born under the sign of Cancer.

The uber-Master:
Gimme another second...I've got it...We'll  name a society
after your astrological sign...Cover the hands and feet
of professional American football players in pink...
and give the society free advertising on national television
...It will look something like this:

       

 















Mr. Pink:
Ooooo...That is so sweet...Thank you, Mr. Uber.

The uber-Master:
Think nothing of it, pinky!   

Mr. Gray:
They regard me as a very dull color but I want a full life...
I want to be like a full deck...Can I have fifty-two shades?

The uber-Master:
Sorry, gray-boy. All I can afford is fifty.

        
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Footnote
MIND GAMES OF THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

For information about usage of this material, 
address inquiries to our website. 

However, the second image is from  here.
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Another Day, Another Photographer Discovered...

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 Life would be
 very dull

 if I didn't
 discover

 photographers
 such as...


 Germaine Krull
(1897-1985)

That she is 
a woman
Man Ray
named 
his equal...

is worth 
another 
hyperlink

Self-portrait 

(Paris, 1926)

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Inspired By Roland Topor

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Roland Topor
(1938-1997) 

His next page is  here.

There is a fine line 
between Communication
and Miscommunication.

The former requires
greater muscular
activity.

But there is a 
learning
curve. 



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Almost Page 700...Almost Mile 2100...Slightly West of Midnight...

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© Oliverio
≈ Thoreau, New Mexico ≈
10/14/15
 

One hand on the wheel
of a 2004 Honda Excel

The other hand went
click click quickly

Comfort meant...

THERE WAS LIGHT
at the top of 
the  inkwell 



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Photoverio © (#141): Pass That Bottle To Me

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If you can see 
the flying flea

circus in this sky

then I

want some of what 
you've been drinking.

© Oliverio
The aluminum roofing
is reflected in  this image  

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Man Ray And Meret And Pablo And...

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 It began with a joke over lunch.

  In 1936, Meret Oppenheim 
 was at a Paris café with...
 Pablo Picasso, who noticed 
 the fur-lined, polished metal    
 bracelet she was wearing    
 and joked that anything 
 could be covered 
 with fur. 

“Even this cup and saucer,” 
 Oppenheim replied and, 
 carrying the merriment 
 further, called out, 

“Waiter, a little more fur!”

But
what 
the hell 
does that 
have to
do with
a greasy
nude with 
one hand
on the
wheel?

You, 
the reader,
might ask.




Me, the writer, will answer: 

Meret Oppenheim  was not only a true Surrealist sculptor/artist
who created the fur-lined teacup within days after 
asking the waiter for more fur...

She was also a muse and a model.

The "greasy nude" is Ms. Oppenheim and the 1933 photograph 
was taken by Man Ray for his experimental photography 
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