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 laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Saturday, February 7, 2015

Art News Flash: A Gaugin Goes GigaGold

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According to the  New York Times,  a painting by  Paul Gauguin  of two Tahitian girls has broken 
the record for the world's most expensive single work of art, after Qatar bought the canvas 
from a Swiss collector for almost $300 million dollars.


Paul Gauguin
Nafea Faa Ipoipo
(When Will You Marry)
((1892)) 

© Artdaily.org
Quoted verbatim from
"Best Photo of the Day"
(February 7, 2015)
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Friday, February 6, 2015

More Quotes From Brautigan's AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN

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There is nothing quite as destructive, distracting, 
and ultimately stupid as family warfare. But 
it's so hard to gain any objectivity about 
declaring a truce and have peace 
return to the land.



It would be convenient if one could redesign the past, 
change a few things here and there, like certain acts 
of outrageous stupidity. But if one could do that 
the past would always be in motion. It 
would never settle down finally 
to days of solid marble.



Women used to pack for me whenever I traveled, 
and always did a good job. No woman ever 
packed six pair of pants 
and only two shirts. But women 
are too expensive for me now and I can't afford 
another one packing my suitcase for a very, very long time.



It's a lot easier to imagine 
that people are talking to themselves, 
rather than talking directly to you. 
When people are talking directly to you, 
it takes an added and more uncomfortable effort 
to ignore them.




I can't remember what we had for dinner, but 
   there was no way that [talking about]
the death of an unfortunate woman 
would add an enhancing spice 
to what we were eating.

The black and white photograph
of  Richard Brautigan  on the front cover 
was taken by  Annie Leibovitz
























I apologize to anyone offended by the formatting liberties on this page
but, for all intents and purposes, the Brautigan quotes from 
AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN are verbatim.
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The Past & Present From A Posthumous Publication

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One of the doomed purposes of this book is an attempt to keep 
the past and present functioning simultaneously.

Richard Brautigan
(1935-1984)



It is difficult to keep 
the past and present 
going on at the same time 
because they cannot be 
trusted to act out 
their proper roles.
  
They suddenly can turn on you 
and operate diametrically opposed 
to your understanding and 
the needs of reality.




If you return to a place, you've never really left that place
because in waiting to come back, part of you is still there.
If this were not true, then it would be a brand-new place,
not seen before, nothing to remember it by.


Also, I am always the last person to know 
what's going on in my life, but I have a feeling that's 
maybe how it is with everybody and belief 
in self-understanding is only a delusion.


Written during the summer of 1982,  AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN was published posthumously, 
first in France in 1994 as Cahier d'un Retour de Troie (Diary of a Return from Troy)
then, in 2000, in the United States and the United Kingdom 
by his daughter,  Ianthe Brautigan.

The next Richard Brautigan page is  here.
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Thursday, February 5, 2015

Cezanne Tug Of War?

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Not a tugging war but a bidding war won by someone to be obscenely jealous of.

Someone who paid $20.5 million for  Paul Cezanne's Vue sur L'Estaque et le Chateau d'If

Christie's staff members are seen carrying the Cezanne masterpiece
AFP PHOTO/ Ben Stansall


It has been
rumored that the
White Glove Boys
were given gratuities
by the winning bidder.

Each tip was $17.39

But all the facts about
last night's auction
at Christie's
are  here.










with apologies to



© artdaily.org



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Photoverio © (#59): The Fisherman

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© oliverio
lower-case housing project #2:
one man / one ocean
(2015)
 



his name is jose
he is with rod
they are on the rocks
they are under the cloud

if jose has his wish
some fish will have
a new home  with
their very own dish
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Footnotes
THE FISHERMAN is the copyrighted property of LCSoL. 

Photoverio #60 is  here.
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Photoverio © (#58): The Cat House

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© oliverio
lower-case housing project #1:
felini estates
(2015)
 


with salad bar  a stone step away
 no cats are eating seaweed
no cats are at play

not eating...not playing...
not necessarily true
there are just no cats
within human view
 
their waterfront home–
built  by human hand–
does it have tables and chairs?

their waterfront home–
tethered by human hand–
are they all asleep upstairs?

one thing must be absolutely true
cats never ask these questions
about me or you.
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Footnotes
THE CAT HOUSE is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

 Photoverio #59 is  here.
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Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Holey Nonsense!

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Novicles/Navicles
Articles of import?
Navy novels
Novel articles?
Navy articles?
Navel oranges?
Contemplate that–
Tomato-tomahto!
Let's not call the hole thing off.
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Footnote
HOLEY NONSENSE is the copyrighted property of LCSoL as a result
of Mrs. CarPeo purchasing the rights to the poem from a poet in the park.
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Upon Contemplating Richard Brautigan

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© Oliverio
I have always wanted to end 
a caption with the words
Richard Brautigan






My foliage is red and able.

I am a Japanese Red Maple.

My neighbor is tall
and bare of limb.

I do like him.










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Footnotes
The definition of a  Brautaginian  is one who reads the caption above
and immediately thinks of the word "mayonaisse." 

That caption is the most esoteric joke in the GodFather of Math trilogy.

The next Richard Brautigan page is  here.

Presently, this page is more than doubled in length by the comments below.  
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Neither Circle Nor Triangle

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© Oliverio
Marcel DuTramp was Here
(2015)



This is not the Arctic Circle

This is not the Bermuda Triangle





This is the Long Beach Jetty
in negative space

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Monday, February 2, 2015

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LANGSTON HUGHES

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Langston Hughes
(1902-1967) 




He
has
more
imitators
than God
has nicknames










Yesterday was Langston's 113th birthday.

It was celebrated throughout this great planet of ours.

It was celebrated wherever people have a sense of true culture.

GoogleDoodle provided an exquisite video tribute.

Click  here  to watch it.



Langston Hughes' birthday is
also the day that commences 
Black History Month.

This is much more than coincidence.

It is totally appropriate that the writer
whose name is a synonym for 
the Harlem Renaissance
be so honored.

The name LANGSTON HUGHES is a synonym for jazz poetry.

It behooves this  imitator  of  Mr. Hughes to keep hyperlinks down to a minimum.

It also behooves me to avoid listing 113 personal memories of the man I prefer to call Langston.


However, I will give a brief account of a most satisfying
Langston memory from... Bishop Reilly High School, circa 1966.

Brother Ervin's Creative Writing students had to recite 
ONE HUNDRED WORDS OR LESS  in front of the class.

One and only one of twenty-five students was applauded
by everyone else in the room, Brother Ervin included.

That student recited Langston Hughes' poem, MOTTO.

I will not name the student because
humility is a part-time virtue.

Yesterday, that very same student time-traveled
back to what was indisputably and without doubt
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Sunday, February 1, 2015

He Said...She Said...(He/She #41) ©

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"You are laughing so hard, you woke me up.
  Did my early bird get me a latte?"

"...Oh, I'm sorry, Paul. Blame it on  Marcel DuTramp.
  He sat with me this morning. We shared
  a Decadent Chocolate Cookie."

"And that's why you were laughing?"

"No. He introduced me to a friend from the Jetty."

"What's so funny about that?"

"The friend said he was a teacher who was named
  after a truckdriver. He said he would rather have been
  a truckdriver who was named after a teacher
  then I really would have made some real money!"

  SHE STARTS LAUGHING AGAIN

"That's not very funny."

 SHE STOPS LAUGHING 

"No. You're right. It isn't. It was the other things 
  he said–him and Marcel–that had me in stitches
  but I don't remember a single word of it."

"And...What the hell is this? That wanna be truck driver scumbag
  gave you a framed photograph?"

"Yeah, he did. So what?"

"So what do you intend to do with it?"

"Hang it up over our bed,
  so you will work harder."

"Or work somewhere else."

"You would never do that, old man,
  you are too insanely monogamous.
  And so am I, you idiot. I intend to
  throw it in the garbage just like
  Marcel told me to."

"God bless Marcel DuTramp."

"I'm lying. Marcel was by himself.
  He conjured up a story about
  a friend from the jetty...

"That's is actually Marcel DuTramp–the Poet Laureate of the Long Beach Jetty–
  in the picture. He said 'Carol,  please give this portrait to Paul
  but only after getting him worked up into a jealous frenzy.' "

"This is what he calls a 'portrait?' He's no bigger than a speck of dust!
  Ha. Ha. Ha...but my jealousy has been reduced to a speck of dust
  and I want to hang this 'portrait' in the bathroom,
  right over the toilet."

"Consider it done! I am sure the poet laureate will be honored.
  We've always wanted a nice photograph of the Long Beach Jetty."

"Speck of dust, notwithstanding."   
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Photoverio © (#57): The Masked Man

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© Oliverio
Ocean Avenue & Tuesday
(2015)
 



 with hollow eye 
 and nostrils naught 

 the Masked Man 
 has been caught 

is that right?
(notice the overbite)

 lunar skin 
 neither fat nor thin 

 neither short nor tall 
 made of mortar:

 he is pure wall 





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Footnote
THE MASKED MAN is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

Photoverio #58 is  here.    
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New Doppelgangers

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 Doppelganger
[traditional definition]:
 the apparition or double of a living person

[modern definition]:
 the apparition or double of a living person, place or thing.


 For example:


© Oliverio
Milan, Italy
© Oliverio
Long Beach, California

 



























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Footnotes
Descendents of Mr. Pythagoras believe in Quadrulgangers. The evidence is  here.

Mrs. CarPeo cherishes the Tripelganger moment of the above images.
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Photoverio © (#56): The Bicycled Brain Scan

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I see stars
I see Mars
I see cars

My handlebars

The bicycled brain
From Brooklyn to Spain
Has its own lane
      





      

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Footnotes
THE BICYCLED BRAIN SCAN is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

According to Mrs. CarPeo, who wrote 57% of the poem,
the original title was  EYE SEE  THE BICYCLED BRAIN.

Photoverio #57 is  here.
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