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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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Letter And Photo From PAULETTE PETARD

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Dear Paul
As a successful film producer, 
I spend my days with people 
such as Leonardo Dicaprio, 
Brad Pitt,and Meryl Streep.

But none of those days 
mean as much to me as our days 
at the Lewis Carroll School of Logic.

I was a virgin when I went to college
but then a girl named Paulette met 
a boy named Paul.

He became a CarPeo and then 
there was a Mrs. CarPeo 
who may or may not like 
the picture of me
that I promised
to send you.

You always 
wanted me
to shake my
moneymaker. 




Unforgetably Yours,
Paulette Petard
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Three Cameron Photographs But One Lie

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The number of distinguished
19th Century female 
photographers
can probably
be counted
on one 
finger.


But her name
has 3 parts
to it:

Julia 
     Margaret 
          Cameron
              (1815-1879)


Julia  photographed
Charles Darwin,
Lord Tennyson,
Henry W. Longfellow...


and these three women.

I apologize for not naming
any of them but the page 
title has two parts
and the third
woman was 
born in 
1921.


Sixty-six years ago yesterday,
she spread her legs
real wide and out
popped a thing
that became
me!
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This Is Not...This Is...(TIN/TI #4)

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Pat Place
Still Life with Ray Gun and Dinosaur
(1978)















THIS IS NOT...

an Oliverio 
photograph but

THIS IS...

© Oliverio
Hazeburg Car Wash
(2005)

The next page in this series is  here. 
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They Were Good

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They were good
at being
lousy in bed

Peppering
it with all
the right things said

Held together
by the glue
of illusion

Avoiding 
always com-
mon confusion

If it's Wednesday
they must hump

Saturday is
bump bump bump

To conclusions
never did they jump

Happiness is not 
the absence of 
unhappiness

It is vaguely
vaginal with
a vague penis

Being blind to 
every meanness


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Footnote
THEY WERE GOOD is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
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Monday, May 18, 2015

Photoverio © (#94): Bless Us

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Bless us, O Lord
And hear our prayers
Which we are about to drill

Lead us not into temptation
Of a hammering
Cheap thrill

Keep our souls
On the right track

With one little question:
Can we call you Jack? 


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Footnotes
Photography and collage by  Otto Jensen.


Did you hear the one about the 101-year-old man who got 
run over by the 91-year-old woman?

I am the only person to never laugh at that joke because the 
101-year-old man was Otto Jensen, who was my mentor 
and father-by-proxy.

I was also his son-by-proxy. 
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A Poem By James Wright

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Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm


Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.   

Down the ravine behind the empty house,   

The cowbells follow one another   

Into the distances of the afternoon.   

To my right,

In a field of sunlight between two pines,   

The droppings of last year’s horses   

Blaze up into golden stones.

I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.   

A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.

I have wasted my life.



James Wright is the father of  Franz Wright. 
They are the only Father/Son to both
win the Pulitzer Prize for poetry.

When Franz read his first poem to his father,

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He's A Gas

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Paul Klee
Jumping Jack




donates 100 images
of its collection
to Wikipedia in
free edit-a-thon
















© Art Daily



He's a gas
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ART DAILY: Best Photo Of The Day

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ATHENS.- Media workers walk on a corridor leading on top 
of the new National Museum of Contemporary Art 
during a media tour on May 16, 2015 in Athens. 
The museum is expected to open its gates 
for the public within the year. 

AFP PHOTO / Angelos Tzortzinis
© artdaily.org
Best Photos of the Day
5/18/15 
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There Is No Typo Below

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I must tell Martha

I must tell Fred

This is what my woman said:

He is what he id

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Mr. And Mrs. Happy

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Margaret and Michael Olson
always introduced themselves
as Mr. and Mrs. Happy

Because they were always happy

They were always satisfied
with each other

Always


They were always able
to complete each other's sentences

They never fought
They never disagreed



Never

They never interrupted each other





They let everyone know this
  Then everyone knew what happened
to Mr. and Mrs. Happy

Then everyone knew what happened
before either one of them was
thirty-seven years old

Mr. and Mrs. Happy
died of boredom

They let everyone know this.


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Footnote
MR. AND MRS. HAPPY is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
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Photoverio © (#93): Glass Blockage

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©

Sunset Beach:
Seven for Carol
Three for me
(5/17/15)

The next glass block page is  here.


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Dysfunctio Cactus (Exhibit C)

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© Oliverio
Florida Avenue Forestry
(5/14/15)
 
You are probably wondering

why I gathered you here 

today




Well

All I have 

to say is:

Keep on wondering

 
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Home Again

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my mother just walked in the door
my sister is rolling on the floor
my father is upstairs,
reading doesteyevski

how good it does feel
though not one word
of it is real

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Published Without First Getting Her Consent

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This is not an easy poem.
It must sum up everything.
It must say that I love you,
In a new and clever way.
It must let you know how
Much you mean to me.
But is that possible?
On your birthday,
You live within me
As you do each day.
You are so deeply part
Of me. Is it my birthday too?
Or was that in November 2 0 1 2

Mrs. CarPeo
We met in 11/12 
YES:
It is our Birthday
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G-d is such a tease
Showing happiness
Out of reach's seize.
But I see happy people
All around. He doesn't
Say you are hell bound?
G-d has kept me in place,
Down on my knees

Always
You can't do as you please

I love him
I hear him
I wish him
Happy 66

  
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A Quote That Burns With Truth

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Acting is all about honesty. 

If you can fake that, you've got it made.

 
George Burns
(1896-1996)

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