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, August 31, 2019

The Swift Reader Of Books

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We  have discovered
a shorter and more prudent method
to become scholars and wits,
without the fatigue of reading
or of thinking.

The most accomplished way
of using books at present is twofold: 
either first to serve them
as some men do lords:
learn their titles exactly,
and then brag of their acquaintance.

Secondly, which is indeed
the more profound
and more polite method:
to get a thorough
insight into the index
 by which the whole book
is governed and turned,
like fishes by the tail. 

To enter the palace of learning
at the great gate requires
an expense of time and forms.

Therefore men of much haste
and little ceremony are content
to get in by the back-door. 

For the arts [and sciences]
are all in a flying march,
and therefore more easily subdued
by attacking them in the rear. 

Physicians discover the state
of the whole body by consulting
only what comes from behind. 

Men catch knowledge
by  throwing their wit
on the posteriors of a book,
as boys do sparrows with
flinging salt upon their tails.

And human life is best understood
by the wise man’s rule of regarding
the end.

Thus are the sciences found
like Hercules' oxen:
by tracing them backwards.

And the old sciences unravelled
like old stockings by beginning
at the foot.
***   

A Tale of a Tub
(1704)

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Footnotes
The italics within the body of the text
were included in the original manuscript,
over three hundred years ago

But extremely minor changes were made
to the entire text by Bloggy Verio,
less than thirty minutes ago
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Rudy And Henry: Octogenarians On A Park Bench

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"Rudy, what have you got?"

"I've got nothing, Henry."

"Me, I got my health."

"Where'd you get it?"

"I got it in a Ziploc bag."

"You got it with you?"

"Hell no, I gotta keep it
in the refrigerator."

"Why do you keep it there?"

"Because that is the law."

"I never heard of such a law."

"Of course, you haven't:
I created that law!"

"But you aren't a lawyer."

"Neither am I a doctor but
I create my own laws to live by
and I decide what meds I need
to keep healthy."

"What meds do you take?"

"Absolutely none except for
an occasional aspirin and
a lot of Vicks Vap-o-Rub."

"Most people take their health
with them, wherever they go.
They don't leave their health
in the refrigerator or anywhere else."

"I refuse to take my health with me!
 
 "Tell me why, Henry."

"If I had my health with me,
I'd always think about it.
Then I'd always find something
wrong with it and spend half my time
with doctors and the other half,
being doped up."

"Henry, can you spare me
one of those Ziploc bags?"

"Sure thing, Rudy.
What color zipper do you want?"

"Brown, to match my eyes."

"Me, I change colors every week?"

"Why?"

"Just to hear my grandchildren say 
Pop-Pop's got a brand new bag."

TO BE CONTINUED
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Footnote
RUDY AND HENRY:
OCTOGENARIANS ON A PARK BENCH
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL
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Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Photoverio #383: Pool Slide Poolside

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© Oliverio
For rls + three
(2006) 
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Photoverio #382: The Caged Cake

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© Oliverio 
Cropped And Dotted 
(2006)
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Sunday, August 25, 2019

Some Words About Wisdom From Gulliver's Quill Daddy

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Wisdom is a fox
who after long hunting
will at last cost you
the pain of digging out

Wisdom is a hen
whose cackling we must value
and consider because it is attended
with an egg
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JONATHON SWIFT
Tale of a Tub

Italics in quoted text
were used by Swifty
a/k/a
The Godfather of Satire
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Family Poetry From A Five-Year-Old

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Mommy feeds me
she hugs me
she loves me

And Daddy don't know my name

Mommy needs me
she reads to me
she sings to me

And Daddy don't know my name

She was his dancer
and romancer
until her belly bubbled
with me

Now we're baking in Bakersfield
just the two of us
but we ride the city bus
for free

Daddy don't know my name
but he sure knew
how to find fame
Then he called us
from Hollywood
and wouldn't you believe it:
he asked Mommy my name
but didn't ask for me

He told her to watch TV
and what do you know
the next day he was on
The Ellen Show

Saying how much he loved 
his five-year-old daughter, Sheree

Mommy lied to him
and it made me laugh
because my name is Marie
Mommy loves me
and makes me smart
I've taken her silly lie to heart

And Daddy don't know my name
but he knows how to
sell rap music
(and himself)

***

PAUL OLIVERIO 

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Footnotes
The seventy-year-old composer
of this song has fourteen inner five-year-olds 

FAMILY POETRY FROM
A FIVE-YEAR-OLD
is the copyrighted property
of LCSoL

"Mommy" was actually
a former student of mine named
Fanesha McCroskey

I would reward $100
for anyone who could put her
in touch with me
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Photoverio #381: Time And Money

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© Oliverio
Rebecca's Legacy
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This Is Not ... This Is ... [TIN/TI #47]


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  ⬆⬆ 
THIS IS NOT  
Jon Stewart


THIS IS 
Jon Stewart
 ⬇⬇



Jon Stewart
was last seen on
this page 

His look-alike,
Mark Sandman,
was last seen onstage
in Palestrina, Italy
when Mark collapsed and 
 died of a heart attack
while his band 
 was performing

Mark died on July 3, 1999
exactly thirty years
after the death
 of  Brian Jones 

If the founder
of the Rolling Stones
  were alive today,  
 I am willing to bet
 his favorite band
     would be Morphine 
      which was founded by
       Mr. Sandman    

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Footnote
A variation of this series
begins  here
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An Image That May Or May Not Belong Here

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© Oliverio
From up here,
we can see you
so don't complain
about the pixilations 
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Wednesday, August 21, 2019

From The Book Of Jon

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I tend to need logic in my life.
While I do believe in God,
I just don't think he's still
looking out for us
...
He created the world in six days
five billion years ago

Don't you think by now
he's moved on to another project?

Maybe we're just something
he threw together
for his third-grade science fair


Mr. Stewart also appears  here

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Construction Project

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You put an important word here
(HERE)
and an important word there
(THERE)

In a bowl,
mix verbs, adjectives, nouns...
(but no adverbs)

Stir constantly

Pour over the two words
(like a cheese sauce)

Add repetition with caution
or repeat yourself carefully
(whichever comes first)

But don't be a syllabully

Someone will call it a poem
(or not)
***



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Footnote
CONSTRUCTION PROJECT
is the copyrighted property
of LCSoL
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Sunday, August 18, 2019

The Thirteenth Page In This Series

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We can't go on
meeting like this

The next page
in this series
is here
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Thursday, August 15, 2019

The 132nd Bullet: The New Math

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If you spend half your life
regretting what you did
the other half of your life,
it will all add up to zero

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Footnote
THE 132nd BULLET
is the copyrighted property
of the Lewis Carroll School of Logic
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Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Return Of DJ-verio ... #714285 ... Words From The Wolves

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The trouble with being in high places
Is when you fall it's a long way down
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The next
DJ-Verio page
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A Poem Found In The Norton Anthology Grabbed My Attention

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My attention is a wild
animal: it will if idle
make trouble where there
was no harm: it will
sniff and scratch at the
breath’s sills:
it will wind itself tight
around the pulse
or, undistracted by
verbal toys, pommel the
heart frantic: it will
pounce on a stalled riddle
and wrestle the mind numb:
attention, fierce animal
I cry, as it coughs in my
face, dislodges boulders
in my belly, lie down, be
still, have mercy, here
is song, coils of song, play
it out, run with it.
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