Cruising With Ruben (2)

Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you
Baby don't you know now
Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you
The way you do the bop
Like a spinnin' top
The Pachuco Hop
And the L.A. Slop
You make a street car stop
At the soda shop
And my eye-balls pop
When I see my
Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you...

[Frank Zappa]
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Seeing Spring Off (After Wang Wei)

Seeing Spring Off (After Wang Wei)

Day by day closer to full years
and nowhere

Year by year Spring once more
ever more alive

Over honored cups of wine
hours smiling

Mourning flying flowers--
why?

[copyright EAC]

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Thorndike Pickledish Discovers Negative Parallax (Animated Anaglyph)

"The sword? Where's the sword? I have tried everything, and the sword just disappears. I know I put it in there somewhere! This is most curious! I need more juice! More juice, Igor! Igor, more juice"

[Doctor Thorndike Pickledish]

Not to worry, Pickledish is on the case, and they don't call him Doctor Pickledish for nothing.

Consult his recent researches into analyphization and video at his blogspot here: "Aha!":

http://thorndikepickledish.blogspot.com/2009/02/aha.html

and "Adventures in 3D!", here:

http://thorndikepickledish.blogspot.com/2009/02/adventures-in-3-d.html

But Dr.Pickledish is a generalist of wide note and repute, so be sure to visit his blogspot regularly not just for Stereo 3D anaglyphs, but for the whole gamut of his art and commentary on world affairs, news, popular culture, and advanced UFOlogy.
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N.B. This is an animated anaglyph designed to be viewed with Red/Blue 3D Glasses, Red Left, Blue Right. Want to learn more, including where to get the glasses and how to make anaglyphs, visit Thorndike Pickledish's blogspot today, or tomorrow, or next week, but visit.

Musical Cubes

FABIO: For God's sake, Maurizio, what the hell do I care about Descartes?

MAURIZIO: Let me finish! You will care, you'll see. He told me that Descartes, in examining our sense of reality, had one of the most terrifying thoughts any human being has ever had: that if our dreams had any regularity, we would no longer be able to distinguish between sleeping and waking! Have you ever noticed how disturbing it is to to have the same dream more than once? You begin to think you are dealing with something tangible, something real. Because our whole knowledge of the world hangs on this very slender thread: the re-gu-la-ri-ty of our experiences...

[Luigi Pirandello, tr. W. Murray]



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Grave Queen: Epi Oinopi Pontoi (After Valéry)

Grave Queen: Epi Oinopi Pontoi (After Valéry)

In the blue-green flood of sea
I rise, Helen once more:

ears hearing again the surf smashing on shore,

eyes feasting on hungry black ships slithering out of rose dawn

arms waving white to salt beards

fingers drawn again to dalliance

cheeks wet with tears.


Queen of two peoples, Helen weeps
to the sweep of their oars.


Breasts sway aquamarine with the windsong
of their victories, stretching out in the wake
of black ladyships.

Conch moans with desire.

Horns rise and flare.

I hear the sun-brown rowers singing over the billows.

I see them now--see my gods again:

upright on heroic prows winged with blood

belittling the very sea.

They wave, laughing with my eyes,
delighting in my flawless face and cruel smile.

[copyright EAC]

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The starting point is Paul Valéry's "Hélène, la reine triste". This is less any form of translation than stepping forward in a new direction. Different versions have been carved out haltingly from a first stab, much changed, as far back as 1984. It is published here in final form for the first time.

A Labyrinth Named Desire

Freedom is the activation of desire. Buñuel's unsatisfied characters embody another perception, another way of seeing that is only achieved by slitting eyeballs, desiring the impossible, desiring all that for moral, political, or economic reasons has been hidden, mutilated, disfigured, or deprived of time, place, name or reflection in our societies--he is a poet....

[Carlos Fuentes]

Tale Of A Sail

At some gable-roofed country houses you will see brass whales hung by the tail for knockers to the road-side door. When the porter is sleepy, the anvil-headed whale would be the best. But these knocking whales are seldom remarkable as faithful essays. On the spires of some old-fashioned churches you will see sheet-iron whales placed there for weather-cocks; but they are so elevated, and besides that are to all intents and purposes so labelled with "Hands OFF!", you cannot examine them closely enough to decide upon their merit....

[Herman Melville]