If I Post This Twice Maybe She'll Demand Only One Deletion

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I need to see this smile
More than I need to breath

I need this smile 
More than I need to eat

I need this smile
More than I need to exist

I need this smile
So that I will not
Fear tomorrow
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Industrial Landscape In The Shadows Of Walmart Headquarters

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BENTONVILLE, ARK.
 Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art 
announces a new exhibition, 
Picturing the Americas: 
Landscape Painting from Tierra del Fuego to the Arctic
(on view November 7, 2015 - January 18, 2016)

Charles Sheeler
Classic Landscape
(1931) 

© ArtDaily.com

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She Will Demand I Void This Page Unless You Demand Otherwise

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I need to see her smile but I deserted her 

exactly four weeks, seventeen hours and 

three thousand miles ago 

Bed. Hills Mickey Deeze
2 senior coffees = $1.05
with free refill!

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Ever Get The Feeling?

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Did you ever get the feeling that the world
was a tuxedo and you were a pair of brown shoes?

George Gobel

The Tonight Show
March 6, 1969
        

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The Art Of Lunch (Comic Relief #733)

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Kliban

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The Camel Walk

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NEW YORK-- Camels are walked off a van outside 

Radio City Music Hall on November 5, 2015 

during a welcome event for the camels, sheep and donkey 

for their starring role in the “Living Nativity” 

in the 2015 Radio City Christmas Spectacular. 

His Eminence Timothy Michael Dolan, Cardinal, 

Archbishop of New York blessed the animals 
before they entered Radio City for their first day 
of rehearsals in New York. 

AFP PHOTO /  Timothy A. Clary

© artdaily.com
The text is verbatim

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Frisch Off The Press

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One can’t put one’s head through a brick wall, 
but one can decorate it with bright Indian ribbons.
Max Frisch

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A Prose Poem That May Be Offensive

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EXCERPT FROM HITLER'S DIARY (1941)

I never travel without my diary, one should always 

have something sensational to read.

Oscar Wilde, 1891

Tues.  May  9:  
Just when I was busy with plans for Russia, Rudolf Hess dropped

by with  crazy notion of flying to UK for peace. Said he bought

some new boots yesterday for the trip–dead shiny.

I’d like a  pair like that. I told him–forget the trip

and tell me where you got the boots.

Wed.  June 22:    
Invaded Russia. Eggs for lunch–hard boiled again–I hate that.

Must speak to Eva about it.

Thurs. June 23:     
11:00AM  Heard Chamberlain on radio again–that dreary voice!

That paper-waving droopy-moustached old gopher!

My small black moustache  is much neater.

    
12:30PM  Inspected new bunker in East Prussia with

smoother concrete walls.  Eva wants to wallpaper  them

(nice little red flowers) and why  not?  

 
8:00PM  After dinner,  practised  arm-gestures for  big Nuremburg

speech  on Saturday. Rehearsed a few ad libs...Eva liked them.

Fri.  June24:     
Rained all day. Slow day  (almost invaded Egypt) stayed in

and read. Eva dyed her hair creamy-yellow. ( I’m gonna start

calling her Blondy.) That new german shepherd Bormann

gave me–I took her out for walk–she's called Blondi  too.

(Joke there–the guys will like it). After dinner we all listened

to Franz Lehar’s “Merry Widow” again.  I love it.

Eva fell asleep;  so did the dog.

Sat.  June 25:  
Nuremburg speech went ok. Got all the ad libs in except one.

Rommel was on the phone talking about Africa and Libya, and

some place called Tobruk. Must make a note – where is Tobruk?

P.S. Must find out where Libya is.

Sat.  Dec 6: 
Just read the latest in the newspapers....almost four million

Russian prisoners  now.

Sun.  Dec  7: 
Those crazy Japanese have gone and done it...

oh  boy, they’re gonna be in trouble!
              
Thurs.  Dec 11:  
Oh, what the hell...in for a dime in for a dollar:  this Russian war is

too  easy,  I need a bit of a challenge. Think I’ll whiz down  to the

Reichstag tonight  and tell ‘em we’re declaring  war on the USA.

Might  get a pair of those shiny boots there too.

Sidney Beck 

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A Poem For An Absentee Father

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LOST ORPHAN



Was it something I did?


Was it something I said?


Did you not want a kid?


Is that why you fled?



It is too late now,


It will never be the same.


The time has changed me.


The past is to blame.



Without knowing who you are,


I feel like I don't know myself.


I always wonder about who you could be.


Do you do the same? 

Or is it just me?



Do you ever think
 of how things could be?


I never knew you,


But I hope you know me.



No one is showing me the way.


How am I supposed to know?


There is a saying,


Every action is learned.



I don't know what to do


I don't know which way to go.


I thought parents were the guiding hand,


Put there to help us grow.



Do I try to make it alone


With nothing to fall back on?


Do I keep searching for answers,


For some clue of what I seek?



But it seems, 
that no matter how hard I try,


I never find anything.


I just end up back at the beginning.





I have tried everything I know.


Where do I go from here?


You are supposed to have the answers,


And build me up with cheer.



I don't know what you expect,


Or what you dream,


All I know is that you're my father,


The one I hope that one day I'll see.

© Monica Bain

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This Is Not...This Is (TIN/TI #15)

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⬆⬆ 

THIS IS NOT   
Nude Descending A Staircase

      THIS IS 
Nude Descending A Staircase
 #2
(1912)
  ⬇⬇  

Marcel Duchamp
His real (and mythical) family 
are no strangers to these pages.

The first image is from a Belmont Shore loading dock.

The next page in this series is  here.

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.....A Ferlinghetti EXCERPT.....While Paul Is Waiting For HER.....

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I AM WAITING

...

I am waiting
to see God on television
piped’ onto church altars
if only they can find
the right channel
to tune in on

and I am waiting
for the Last Supper to be served again
with a strange new appetizer
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

...

 

Lawrence Ferlinghetti 
Born March 24, 1919
in Bronxville, NY 

The full text of  I AM WAITING is  here. 
    
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Moscow's Blue Period

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MOSCOW- Visitors attend the opening ceremony
of new museum dedicated to the Soviet Gulag labour camp
system on the national day commemorating the victims 
of Stalin-era repression on October 30, 2015 in Moscow.

 AFP PHOTO / Vasily Maximov

© artdaily.com
The text is verbatim

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The 43rd Bullet: But Some More Equal Than Others

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The only people who truly understand that
  "All Men are Created Equal"
are women. 

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 Footnote

THE 43rd BULLET  is the copyrighted property of  LCSoL.

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The Logician And The Politician

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The logician says:

Anything based on a false premise is valid

The politician–with a shrewd ear–hears:

Anything based on a false promise is valid

Then the politician promises the sky,
becoming the apple in the electorate's eye

The politician delivers only dirt

but it does not hurt

(the career)

No one regards this politician as squalid:

False promises make the whole thing valid

That's logic

in the real world!

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Footnote

THE LOGICIAN AND THE POLITICIAN  is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

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The Gap

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The intergalactic gap between

saying and doing...

is worth eschewing

When the words morph

into their action

Joy can get 

out of traction

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Footnote

THE GAP is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

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