Albert Camus #10: Why We Praise People Only After They Die

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Albert Camus
The Fall

  Where on earth
is this great thinker
still a stranger? 

The next 
GoFather/Camus
is  here 

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They First Met In 1865, When Alice In Wonderland Was Published

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According to
the Institute of Inane Research,
however,   

the Walrus and the Carpenter

had a 2018 reunion

at the Oyster Bar

in downtown Long Beach

It was Happy Hour

but nobody else was happy

To celebrate the reunion,

the owner of the bar

gave everyone free oysters

But nobody would eat them

because all of the oysters

had feet

(with smelly little sneakers)

Nobody would eat them

except, of course,

the Walrus and the Carpenter

who could not have been
happier

This is how they looked in 1865

 ⬇︎⬇︎

 

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Footnotes

THEY FIRST MET IN 1865

WHEN ALICE IN WONDERLAND

WAS PUBLISHED

is the copyrighted property

of the Lewis Carroll School of Logic

The story of Alice in Wonderland,

named for 10-year-old Alice Liddell,

was conceived in a rowboat on

July 4, 1862

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Albert Camus #9 ... About The "Essential Thing" In Life

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The essential

is to cease being free

and

to obey

—in repentance—

 a greater rogue than oneself

When we are

all guilty,

that will be

democracy

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ALBERT CAMUS

The Fall

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Footnotes

The words are from Camus verbatim

but the formatting is mine

The previous eight GodFather of Math pages
about Albert Camus are not
linked together

But ALL future
GoFather/Camus pages
will be linked
and the next one is
here   

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Another DJ-Verio Playlist ... #571428 ... My Verse, His Horn

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dark jazz and a full moon
will send your soul 
into a swoon

said the hipster

who was a fan of

Ben Webster

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Photoverio #345: The Creature Of The Long Beach Peninsula

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© Oliverio
The Long Ness Monster 

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Will He Fall Again In The FALL CLASSIC?

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Clayton Kershaw 
may be the greatest pitcher
of his generation

But in the first game of
the 2018 World Series,
at Boston' Fenway Park,
he fell through 
the looking glass
and impersonated
a Banksy portrait 

What Kershaw threw
at the other team
might as well have
been flowers
because they blossomed
into too many runs
for the Boston Red Sox
and too much pain
for the Los Angeles Dodgers

The Fall Classic resumes today
in Los Angeles and the Dodgers
will hopefully not resemble 
future flower bombers.

    
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Footnotes
This page was inspired by
Thomas Boswell of the Washington Post

The next GoFather/Banksy page is here
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Larry CarPeo And His Over-sized Arrows ... [ pST #41]

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Larry has such a big ego,
he insisted on oversized arrows
pointing to his shadow
and himself.

The "sponge wall"
is used by his parents
for bounce-off therapy.

But for Larry,
it is a scratch pad

© Oliverio
He wants to star
in a "Felini" film 

***

The next page 
in this sequence
has a new title

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How To Convert Political Statements Into PURE Street Art

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Love through Hate
Trump and Putin

In New York 

is a profound
political statement

but it is not

PURE Street Art

Because all the wall is doing

is serving as a canvas,

impervious to anything

from that street scene
in lower Manhattan

An identical portrait
of a pregnant President
and his humping lover
seen in a gallery
or museum would have
the exact same effect 
despite NOT  being
viewed by pedestrians
outside the gallery 
or museum  

It is Street Art
because it is visible
from the street
by anyone with working eyes...
without having to rub
against the soft shoulders
and snooty attitudes
of museum patrons
 
But to qualify artwork
as PURE Street Art, it is necessary
to incorporate something—anything—
from the immediate environment
of the image

This could be done
to the humping lovers
by simply adding
a  street sign
in the squared red area
to complement
the red street sign
in lower right hand corner

*
*
*
*

That add-on would have
a directional arrow,
pointing to 
President Trump's anus,
with these words:

  

 The most elegant example
 of PURE Street Art is

 Banksy's "reproduction" of
Vermeer's Girl with a Pearl Earring

but the pearl earring

is replaced by

the alarm box mounted

on the wall

In other words,
Banksy's "reproduction"

used a wall ornament as

the Starting point

of his art

QED

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Footnotes
The next GoFather/Trump page is  here

The next GoFather/Banksy page is  there

The next Street Art Utopia page is elsewhere

But, if affordable, please donate to the
Street Art Utopia website

I apologize for not providing
the name of the artist responsible
for the imPURE STREET ART
of the Humped Trump
(brilliant though it is)

The text of this page is the copyrighted property
of the Lewis Carroll School of Logic.

But it is available for usage
by contacting this website

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His Political Portraits Are Superior To His New Showtime Series

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The artist is
JIM CARREY

I scream, you scream
will we ever stop
screaming
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Giuliani doesn't bleach

the bottom teeth

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Footnotes
The actor's Showtime series
is entitled
KIDDING

The next
GoFather/Trump
page is
here
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Photoverio #344: The Laundered Inversion of Total Fashion

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© Oliverio
Dedicated to Richard Estes 

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How To Become The Funniest Woman In The World

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I would stand

in front of a mirror

and talk to myself

until I fell asleep

TRACEY ULLMAN

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"Can We Dance?" I Asked ... If You Won't I Will

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I asked the words

               to dance

but they were all

         wallflowers

So I had the dance

                     floor

             to myself

I owned the dance

                     floor

    I loved it and it

              loved me

But no one saw it

    or read a word

                about it

(damn those wallflowers)

   

               Because

 none was written

         And no one

 could hear my feet   

                 Happy

        as they were

               My eyes

were twice as sad

              My soul

    put up a picket fence          

   and put locks on all       

              the doors 

                   Until

the spirit moves me    

            and I visit the      

            neighbors

       I ask them to

                    dance  

 and they send me 

                    home 

                     ***

PAUL OLIVERIO  

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Footnotes

"CAN WE DANCE?" I ASKED        

     IF YOU WON'T I WILL

  is the copyrighted property

                              of LCSoL

                 I think I know why    

                                         I

                                      did

                                     this

It happens when happy feet

                     make only one

                        person happy

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A Poem By G. Murray Thomas

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WRONG NUMBERS

Someone is dialing wrong numbers

on my windshield.
The broken glass is an illegible scrawl

across my driver’s seat.
 

I can only make out

a few angry obscenities.
I never use language like that.
I wonder whose phone number

is printed on my license plate.
Someone is dialing wrong numbers

on my windshield.
 

The message on my answering machine

is asking for spare change.
“Just twenty cents, please,

so I can make another call.”
 

Someone is dialing wrong numbers

on my windshield.
When I answer the phone, a voice asks

about the earthquake last night.
“Did you feel it too?”
 

But it was just helicopters, low over the house,
their searchlights checking my driveway
for drug dealers, prostitutes 

and kids with skateboards.
 

Or else one of those monster jobs

out of Pendleton, hauling Marines off

to exercises somewhere,
I hope it’s just practice this time.
 

Someone is dialing wrong numbers

on my windshield.
And faxing me bills

for toys I never bought.
I don’t even own a TV, 

what would I want with
the Time-Life video cassette library

of history’s greatest massacres,
complete with annual updates.
Someone is dialing wrong numbers

on my windshield,
and spray painting graffiti on my tailgate
and telling me it’s art.
 

There’s even a price tag on it.
I can tell it’s the real thing,

because the price is so damn high.
Someone is dialing wrong numbers

on my windshield.
The ringing in my ears
is an alarm clock ticking.

***

G. MURRAY THOMAS
(2010) 

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A Midnight Poem About Cotton Candy + Copasetic Incantations

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When her moans and groans

replace her brain and bones

then flower with fear

I stuff cotton candy

in my ear

My mouth fills with sweet nothings

that can amount to something

Yes Dear

Of course, Dear

I am so sorry

I will never do that again

That something is

a taste of tranquility

Always preferred to
a distaste of disability 

***

PAUL OLIVERIO

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Footnote

A MIDNIGHT POEM ABOUT

COTTON CANDY

+ COPASETIC INCANTATIONS

is the copyrighted property

of LCSoL

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Look Who Is Coming To Town ...

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That is,
if you live in the same town
as the guy with the heart face

Photographed by
Alfredo Estrella 

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IWICSIPT: I Wish I Coulda Said I Photographed This

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I didn't

but I was

the Art Director

That is,

I asked my 

walking mate

to photograph it
and he did so

(despite being distracted
by a girl in a pink halter)

The day I walked
with Ansel Adams
 😊😊😊

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Three Views Of Palmarea ... Close, Closer, Closest (But Bleached)

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© Oliverio (3x)
Across Alamitos Bay

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Photoverio #343: Shadows Upon Shadows

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© Oliverio
Outside Our Door
(Maybe Seen Before) 

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Photoverio #342: Some Call It "Abstract Art" While Others Say ...

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"It's just a sheet of wood"

© Oliverio
It's all of the above
Naturally 

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There Is No Poverty In The Words Of ... Poor Richard's Almanack

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here comes Glib Tongue

and

there drives Passion

and

Benjamin Franklin
Poor Richard's Almanack

Another page from
Poor Richard appears 
here 

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It's A Mental Can Can Dance And A Call To All Math Teachers

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If I were their age...

I'd bet the house on
ME


But I'm older
than the combined age
of the four female champion
KENKENsters 
pictured here
and would have to compete
against fellow Seniors


I would not win
the grand prize
unless
it was awarded to
the contestant
who provided the most
comic relief


It behooves me
to include Math teachers
in the title
because the KENKEN puzzle
is a treasure trove of
basic number theory


Number theory
can be defined
as what numbers
would say
if they ever spent time
    on a psychiatrist's couch

Though some call it 
    "Number Therapy"     

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This Is Just A Pick-Up Service

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Dr. Fabricato And His Audience Of One

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The performer is lying on a sofa. She is a conjuror in repose.

Nancy Mathis stares at the  ceiling as if it were a picture album and a quote from her father popped into her mind.

“Excuse me ladies, but this is my bowling night. Nancy, you will have a wonderful time at your prom tomorrow.”

The ladies consisted of Natalie's mother and two sisters.

Nothing about that evening was worth mentioning to the doctor. There was no drama or trauma on the night before her prom but that was not a problem for Nancy Mathis, an aspiring actress.

After we finished dinner, my father said “Okay, sweets, let’s go for ice cream.”
It was just the two of us so we drove to Baskin Robbins and my Dad waited in the car because he hates the musak they played in the ice cream store.
I got a half-gallon of Rocky Road to take home and for my father, I got a chocolate cone. It was all with his money, of course.  I ordered my favorite cone: cherry vanilla with sprinkles.
We ate our ice cream in the car and my father told me a dumb joke about a traveling salesman. It wasn’t really funny but I laughed anyway and spilled a gob of ice cream on my denim cut-offs. Father  immediately  cleaned  my  lap  with  a  napkin  and  then handpicked each and every chocolate sprinkle...

Do not expect this author to add any licentious details but Nancy Mathis certainly did.

Audience participation made sure of that but the performance ended when a bell rang.

The aspiring actress arose from the sofa but did not take a bow.

She reached into her purse and gave the man in the audience an autograph. 

It was written on the bottom of a check for $150 made out to Dr. Fabricato, her personal audience of one.

The  performance  lasted  fifty-three  minutes.

 
Performer paying audience is the anti-theater of the Recovered Memory Movement.

The RMM is an archeological expedition wherein the therapist, instead of  excavating the specific soil of a patient's past, directs the patient to the nearest toxic wasteland where facts never hinder theatrical victimization.

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Footnote

DR. FABRICATO AND HIS AUDIENCE OF ONE

is the copyrighted property of LCSoL

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Photoverio #341: The Source Of Light

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© Oliverio
Outside Our Door
#21

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They Were There To Be Blessed

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These animals had not decided

that they needed

to be blessed

That was the choice

of their human owners

Humans being

the only species

to believe in

"getting blessed" 

Belmont Shore

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A Quote For The Lonely

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People who live alone

get used to loneliness

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SCOTT FITZGERALD 

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Footnotes

"Goodreads" has 2,861
quotes from Scott Fitzgerald.

This is one of them.

The next GoFather/Fitzgerald
page is  here.

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Photoverio #340: A Jagged Slice Of Cloud

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© Oliverio
Outside Our Door
#19 

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The Man Who Failed To Fulfill His Boyhood Dream

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I wanted to be a cop ever since

I was five years old. 

Not because of the uniform;

not because of the gun;

because of the whistle.

It was some kind

of oral fixation thing.

So I took the policeman's test

after graduating from high school

but failed because they would not

allow me to put

a Winchell's Donut sticker

on the patrol car.  

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Footnote

Originally written in 1999,

THE MAN WHO FAILED

TO FULFILL HIS BOYHOOD DREAM

is the copyrighted property of LCSoL

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The 109th Bullet: A Segue Worth Avoiding

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Intelligence segues into stupidity
when the master builder
insists on building
castles made of sand
in the middle of the lake.

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 Footnotes

THE 109th BULLET 
is the copyrighted property of  LCSoL.
 
Only the first 45 Bullets are linked together
because we do not want to make life easy
for our favorite thieves.
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The Alternative To Having A Tuba Player In Your Bathroom

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The article continues
here 

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Footnote
The title was suggested by
Mrs. CarPeo

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Another DJ-Verio Playlist ... #428571 ... The Greta Garbo Home

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My name is Jack
and I live in the back
of the Greta Garbo home
for wayward boys and girls

There's lots of fun
and I love to run
up and down the stairs
I make as much noise as I want
and no one ever cares.

***

MANFRED MANN 

My Name is Jack

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