a study toward sonnet #1,119 by FisherKingKQJ
You eye her from arrear and nearly swoon,
And picture plumb her angelic small face;
Her red blend hair extensions you displace
With memories of her face which seem boon.
You're neither first nor last as love rid loon
When knotted in by red appending grace;
You picture her bob end and you so trace
Your virtual fingers through her tress cocoon.
Men find a butterfly she thought up first
Or comb comb as she might well cast to type;
She might be some milestone to same at worst
She might reject with primping style sideswipe.
When she laughs her smile onto here and now,
You know her well enough to kiss her brow.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 now
o $10,000,000 current
o $10,000,000 presiding
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Monday, July 31, 2006
[The Holo Magi, first draught.]
[Act Three Scene One]
Marco - I know you from somewhere, senor.
Magi - I used to be your brother in law, but
now I'm very old. With age comes wisdom,
with wizardry comes the reversal of much
of the radical and frictional aging process.
Marco - Now I see you, yes. The blue eye
and the brown eye. You're a mosaic, as he was.
Magi - You know my twin brother melted back
into me, the ultimate sacrifice.
Whereas you took out insurance against $10
my name, laid bets against my safe voyage.
Marco - What was I to do? You wanted to be a
stormchaser. I covered up for you wild
dreams, which would take us all down.
Fran - Your brother in law's an idiot. I won't
dignify him by shooting him in the leg thrice..
Junior - Pistol whip him, pistol whip him, pistol whip-
Magi - Alakaj al-ra, alakaj al-ra.
[Orb swirls above the neanderthals, so
freezing them with their machine pistols
drawn and aimed.]
Magi - If you could see yourself, now, brother in law,
as a neanderthal amongst neanderthals $20
or a schizophrenic in front of a mirror.
You can eat all you like of this six course
dinner, it will not fatten, and if you bellyache
and still want more, I'll be up here.
Marco - Those pumpkins must be half a tonne each.
Junior - They were grown with tender loving care,
and are not for your factory palette.
Fran - We've walked and walked and walked
semi upright, what care we if a meal goes through
us like tandoori or oriental noodles. $30
Magi - Close down this virtual environment, Orb.
Marco - Let us stay longer and beg forgiveness.
Orb - I must do what I must do. The Holo Magi
cracked me out a piece of amber resin.
I had rested out of my body under a tree,
as arrogant young fools do. It's better to be
a spirit in service, than nothing at all. Disappear,
immaterialise, vanish, neanderthals.
[Neanderthals and dinner vanish.]
Magi - I'm sure my brother's drowned,
whether happy quick or slow sad, I care no longer. $40
It's enough that I outlive him by a century
or two. For who will bet against luck?
[End of Act Three Scene One.]
[Act Three Scene One]
Marco - I know you from somewhere, senor.
Magi - I used to be your brother in law, but
now I'm very old. With age comes wisdom,
with wizardry comes the reversal of much
of the radical and frictional aging process.
Marco - Now I see you, yes. The blue eye
and the brown eye. You're a mosaic, as he was.
Magi - You know my twin brother melted back
into me, the ultimate sacrifice.
Whereas you took out insurance against $10
my name, laid bets against my safe voyage.
Marco - What was I to do? You wanted to be a
stormchaser. I covered up for you wild
dreams, which would take us all down.
Fran - Your brother in law's an idiot. I won't
dignify him by shooting him in the leg thrice..
Junior - Pistol whip him, pistol whip him, pistol whip-
Magi - Alakaj al-ra, alakaj al-ra.
[Orb swirls above the neanderthals, so
freezing them with their machine pistols
drawn and aimed.]
Magi - If you could see yourself, now, brother in law,
as a neanderthal amongst neanderthals $20
or a schizophrenic in front of a mirror.
You can eat all you like of this six course
dinner, it will not fatten, and if you bellyache
and still want more, I'll be up here.
Marco - Those pumpkins must be half a tonne each.
Junior - They were grown with tender loving care,
and are not for your factory palette.
Fran - We've walked and walked and walked
semi upright, what care we if a meal goes through
us like tandoori or oriental noodles. $30
Magi - Close down this virtual environment, Orb.
Marco - Let us stay longer and beg forgiveness.
Orb - I must do what I must do. The Holo Magi
cracked me out a piece of amber resin.
I had rested out of my body under a tree,
as arrogant young fools do. It's better to be
a spirit in service, than nothing at all. Disappear,
immaterialise, vanish, neanderthals.
[Neanderthals and dinner vanish.]
Magi - I'm sure my brother's drowned,
whether happy quick or slow sad, I care no longer. $40
It's enough that I outlive him by a century
or two. For who will bet against luck?
[End of Act Three Scene One.]
[The Holo Magi first draught]
Act Two Scene Nine
Eduardo - What does the Colonel think of Albinio's
big plans for Her Majesty's guest house?
Colonel - He's got nothing to fall back on. He's
got all his dodo eggs in the one basket.
Albinio - I'm very confident of private prisons
for baby buggers. I shall appoint a
fellow with two green stars on his cheek
as Commissioner, and a fellow with one
green star on his cheek as chaplain.
Ultimately, we'll completely $10
rehabilitate a convict into the
Oval office or number 10 Downing St.
In the unlikely event of this plan
collapsing I shall train small apes,
the very same large monkeys whom I
availed of tails with rusty scissors in their
drunken stupor to collect coffee beans
out the backend of a seasnake which
has unlocked its jaws and swollen whole
a coffee bean loving sea-weasel. $20
Bernardo - Boutique brands are on the way up.
Private prisons for paedophiles should
be your plan b. You're taking the risk of
looking ridiculous in the marketplace.
[End of Act Two Scene Nine.]
Act Two Scene Nine
Eduardo - What does the Colonel think of Albinio's
big plans for Her Majesty's guest house?
Colonel - He's got nothing to fall back on. He's
got all his dodo eggs in the one basket.
Albinio - I'm very confident of private prisons
for baby buggers. I shall appoint a
fellow with two green stars on his cheek
as Commissioner, and a fellow with one
green star on his cheek as chaplain.
Ultimately, we'll completely $10
rehabilitate a convict into the
Oval office or number 10 Downing St.
In the unlikely event of this plan
collapsing I shall train small apes,
the very same large monkeys whom I
availed of tails with rusty scissors in their
drunken stupor to collect coffee beans
out the backend of a seasnake which
has unlocked its jaws and swollen whole
a coffee bean loving sea-weasel. $20
Bernardo - Boutique brands are on the way up.
Private prisons for paedophiles should
be your plan b. You're taking the risk of
looking ridiculous in the marketplace.
[End of Act Two Scene Nine.]
Saturday, July 29, 2006
a study toward sonnet #1,118 by FisherKingKQJ
Her sweet face so well framed by a master
With tresses vaguely vague that fool the eye,
Invokes the heart, that deep details might ply,
I swoon seeing skin smooth as alabaster.
Rendered is her own light make up plaster,
Reworkings give pulse shivered strokes the lie,
And surely tedious sitting brings a sigh,
Half expressed or half impressed doubt caster.
Was colour photos which blew up his trade,
Perhaps so late was not good as never;
Eyerolls, happy-sad smiles in paint unplayed
Ribcage roiled air being unstroked as ever.
Yet by fluke in fine metal tubes of paint,
Do gold ore glints with gold tint acquaint?
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 paint
o $10,000,000 dye
o $10,000,000 lacquer
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Her sweet face so well framed by a master
With tresses vaguely vague that fool the eye,
Invokes the heart, that deep details might ply,
I swoon seeing skin smooth as alabaster.
Rendered is her own light make up plaster,
Reworkings give pulse shivered strokes the lie,
And surely tedious sitting brings a sigh,
Half expressed or half impressed doubt caster.
Was colour photos which blew up his trade,
Perhaps so late was not good as never;
Eyerolls, happy-sad smiles in paint unplayed
Ribcage roiled air being unstroked as ever.
Yet by fluke in fine metal tubes of paint,
Do gold ore glints with gold tint acquaint?
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 paint
o $10,000,000 dye
o $10,000,000 lacquer
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
[The Holo Magi first draught.]
Act Two Scene Eight
Bernardo - How does the cocaine-whiskey snort
make you feel, melon head Albinio?
Albinio - I feel twelve feet tall, I could dig holes and
fill them up again all night. I've really had
to rethink my value system because of it.
Before, I was merely going to turn the island
into a concentration camp for paedophiles...
and opening it up to tourism. Now, I'm
thinking franchises globally, rehabilitation
of convicts into screws, chain gangs of $10
cocaine loaded paedophiles smelting
bauxite and pig iron twenty four seven till
they drop dead. Ex cons as chaplains, two
green stars tattoo'd on a cheek to show
payroll rank, pistolwhipping paedos.
Eduardo - With work comes human dignity.
Albinio - That's right, everyone wins. Cocaine and
workaholics go together like salt and iodine.
[Enter sparkling Orb, humming in flats.]
Orb - Taunt then vaunt, vaunt then taunt,
Though, thoroughly thought through. $20
Eduardo - I've bitten off as much as a lawyer will
allow me to chew twenty times and swallow.
Bernardo - You heard it and yet you didn't hear it,
but the dollar will not come back into your
pocket as less than counterfeit.
Albinio - The island is full of these mesmerising
sounds. He started with a great stroke of
misfortune. We both did. For some time
the island was a dumping place for old
books and obsolete coins and notes. Ships $10
would come past in the night and dump
their holds and ballasts just out there
beyond the coral reef. From recycled rubbish
he has built his subtle magic empire.
Bernardo - This music reminds me of the city, somehow.
Albinio - The cities of yesterday. Though I've spent
my whole life here and find study tedious
my heart has been filled in waking dreams
with virtual, aural engineering of days gone
by. I'll lie down as in sleep, and show you how $20
with three or four notes he has mapped out
an old combustion engine through years
into my head, that fills me with love for things
far away, which I do not know, yet my brain
is ready to receive.
Eduardo - I do believe you, Albinio. Your hand was
twitching as if on an automatic gear shift.
Bernardo - If you say so, whatever that is.
Albinio - Other times, I might be opening a window
which I do know, like this, with my eyes $30
shut, just pebbles under my feet to show
me either side, that my closed mind, but
not my tongue would almost beg the Magi to
continue this half dream and leave me
blind and feeling up everything.
Bernardo - We should take him hostage. His magic
is too advanced for us. He might be of use to
a sentimental distanced relative.
Albinio - You promise to bring me to my prison
paedophiles by the plimsoll shipload? $40
Bernardo - We do. By the black Christ of Warsaw.
Albinio - And born again screws? Ex cons going straight?
Bernardo - I shall. I swear by the non planet Pluto.
Eduardo - Then I shall bring you to him, amigos.
[End of Act Two Scene Eight.]
[first draught of the Holo Magi.]
Act Two Scene Eight
Bernardo - How does the cocaine-whiskey snort
make you feel, melon head Albinio?
Albinio - I feel twelve feet tall, I could dig holes and
fill them up again all night. I've really had
to rethink my value system because of it.
Before, I was merely going to turn the island
into a concentration camp for paedophiles...
and opening it up to tourism. Now, I'm
thinking franchises globally, rehabilitation
of convicts into screws, chain gangs of $10
cocaine loaded paedophiles smelting
bauxite and pig iron twenty four seven till
they drop dead. Ex cons as chaplains, two
green stars tattoo'd on a cheek to show
payroll rank, pistolwhipping paedos.
Eduardo - With work comes human dignity.
Albinio - That's right, everyone wins. Cocaine and
workaholics go together like salt and iodine.
[Enter sparkling Orb, humming in flats.]
Orb - Taunt then vaunt, vaunt then taunt,
Though, thoroughly thought through. $20
Eduardo - I've bitten off as much as a lawyer will
allow me to chew twenty times and swallow.
Bernardo - You heard it and yet you didn't hear it,
but the dollar will not come back into your
pocket as less than counterfeit.
Albinio - The island is full of these mesmerising
sounds. He started with a great stroke of
misfortune. We both did. For some time
the island was a dumping place for old
books and obsolete coins and notes. Ships $10
would come past in the night and dump
their holds and ballasts just out there
beyond the coral reef. From recycled rubbish
he has built his subtle magic empire.
Bernardo - This music reminds me of the city, somehow.
Albinio - The cities of yesterday. Though I've spent
my whole life here and find study tedious
my heart has been filled in waking dreams
with virtual, aural engineering of days gone
by. I'll lie down as in sleep, and show you how $20
with three or four notes he has mapped out
an old combustion engine through years
into my head, that fills me with love for things
far away, which I do not know, yet my brain
is ready to receive.
Eduardo - I do believe you, Albinio. Your hand was
twitching as if on an automatic gear shift.
Bernardo - If you say so, whatever that is.
Albinio - Other times, I might be opening a window
which I do know, like this, with my eyes $30
shut, just pebbles under my feet to show
me either side, that my closed mind, but
not my tongue would almost beg the Magi to
continue this half dream and leave me
blind and feeling up everything.
Bernardo - We should take him hostage. His magic
is too advanced for us. He might be of use to
a sentimental distanced relative.
Albinio - You promise to bring me to my prison
paedophiles by the plimsoll shipload? $40
Bernardo - We do. By the black Christ of Warsaw.
Albinio - And born again screws? Ex cons going straight?
Bernardo - I shall. I swear by the non planet Pluto.
Eduardo - Then I shall bring you to him, amigos.
[End of Act Two Scene Eight.]
[first draught of the Holo Magi.]
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
[first draught of The Holo Magi]
Act Two Scene Seven
[Bernardo chirps, snorting a little airline whisky
bottle of whisky-cocaine.]
Eduardo - Out of the Dead see I now bounce,
As Mossad ready their big pounce.
I couldn't give two shakes of a salt pig for
that number. It goes straight for the thyroid
or jugular. Iodine, salt. Cocaine, whiskey.
Bernardo - We couldn't get anything for Albinio in the
circus freak show - he's ropey as a lanyard.
Eduardo - You'd only get middle billing. We'd have
to line your cage with rupees and bhats
to save face, distract with plenty of nought. $10
Bernardo - You'd be a house of cards next to the rubber
faced man or the sword swallowing midget.
Eduardo - The begging bowl of white beggars always
goes begging. You can't refinance enough
loans against cheap labour from Africa.
Bernardo - Come this way, come this way, I'll show
you where flying carp leap into your frypan
ahead of tastier sea platter unspoiled be men,
where seasnakes sunbathe in the autumn and
spring. Come this way. Come this way, o please. $20
[Act Two Scene Eight]
[Enter chubby Francesca, in gymn leotards,
vacuum sportsbra
and trainers, with weights strapped to her
ankles and wrists, one kilo barbells in her fists,
puffing, sweating and heaving.]
Fran - I suppose there's pleasure in pain. But it'll be
worth the effort. By making the Magi's clone
fall in love with me, I'll get the secrets to
gene therapy for baldness in men, re
colourisation of hair in older women and
noncalorie all that you can eat food. We'll make
honest people of us yet. Senor, buenos dias.
Junior - Senorita, Buenos dias in kind. Don't stop.
If you go cold you might get the hamstring cramps.
Fran - I'm not sure that you'd mind me getting $10
a cardiac arrest doing cardiovascular exercise.
My approach is always the same - me want, me take.
Still, less is more, more compact muscle,
less loose fat and cellulite, hands of time spinning.
Junior - I wish that I could help you. If you slow down.
Fran - Cramps in the thighs trump cellulite, amigo.
Fran - Can't I get a swig of your brain booster shake?
Junior - You may, you're an emerald in the rough.
Fran - I don't know that I can take this bootcamp.
I change my mind in sheer agony. Know what you're $20
getting into, clone, I'm a tomboy. In Caruca I made my
living moneychanging gringos and gringas - I'd
take some pesos out of their bundle to be caught,
fake surprise, put them back, offering a recount,
and slip out the big notes at the back after they
kindly forwent the recount. That's me, senor.
I'm going to marry you and take half of everything.
Junior - Let me do some of your weight stretches.
Fran - No. It's no chore for you, you're just your father's
son, a chip off the old pipette or tort. $30
Junior - Let me do a few tai ch'i postures for you.
Fran - You're a sight for sore eyes. What shall I call you?
Junior - Junior Junior the second, first among clones.
Fran - Junior, I love the way you are, unspoiled by
the rotten world. When I think of all the bastards
and dastards I've been through - bullying experts,
three timing two timers. I believe a marriage
to an older woman, in her twenties, would be
perfect for you in this extremely lonely place.
Junior - I'm afraid that I've only seen composite $40
women apart from you. The Holo Magi has
piled a thousand female faces on top of one
another to form the the perfect average
witching face to which I'm drawn. You are
not unlike the One. You are something like her.
I've read of puppy love, before serious love.
I think that I can do that, if you lead the way.
Fran - I've pistol whipped many idiots who bought
cocaine on credit from me, I'll play minder
for a trillion dollar mountain or two. $50
Junior - I have read that love is a great healer.
Fran - My stepfather is a governor, but
I hardly know him, I believe it is a great omen.
We'll find a city out of style in the third world
and lie low, printing cash as need be, creating
tools and machines as need be off an emulator.
Can you cleave away from Senor Magi?
Junior - He has various time machines on the drawing board-
his photographic mind is easily distracted.
I think the one with ice and nanorobots is his $60
biggest project. A parallel universe might be of more
interest to him, than nannying us through
an Asian language. He has grown tired of
invisibility and body regeneration.
[Enter, the Holo Magi.]
Holo Magi - You can have the hand of my young clone
here in marriage on one condition - that you
are in harmony, and to produce that harmony
you must show me factory aptitude.
Fran - I can bring one industry to the table to prove
my instant love for Holo Magi junior - $70
Cacao-Coca, chocolate and cocaine frappes.
Magi - Done. I've always approved of arranged
marriages. Love is for children, and so are
broken hearts. I was in hospital throughout
the La Violenza with malaria and know that
passion is dangerous. But mark this: my clone
will keep you on a winding leash.
Junior - I shall. To strengthen and test her legs.
Fran - Holo Magi, I've always been a tomboy
and taken my lovers wearing their baseball $80
caps back to front. I'm sick of bitches who
drag me back from the glass ceiling, I know
there's a man at the top of the heap and at
the bottom of the heap, that I can roam whorish.
Magi - How can you not love her? While she huffs and
puffs jogging on the spot I can see the woman
that you could love arching back in orgasm or
puffing the birth of your precious child.
Junior - Indeed, you might, Magi, eyes all round.
[End of Act Two Scene Eight.]
Act Two Scene Seven
[Bernardo chirps, snorting a little airline whisky
bottle of whisky-cocaine.]
Eduardo - Out of the Dead see I now bounce,
As Mossad ready their big pounce.
I couldn't give two shakes of a salt pig for
that number. It goes straight for the thyroid
or jugular. Iodine, salt. Cocaine, whiskey.
Bernardo - We couldn't get anything for Albinio in the
circus freak show - he's ropey as a lanyard.
Eduardo - You'd only get middle billing. We'd have
to line your cage with rupees and bhats
to save face, distract with plenty of nought. $10
Bernardo - You'd be a house of cards next to the rubber
faced man or the sword swallowing midget.
Eduardo - The begging bowl of white beggars always
goes begging. You can't refinance enough
loans against cheap labour from Africa.
Bernardo - Come this way, come this way, I'll show
you where flying carp leap into your frypan
ahead of tastier sea platter unspoiled be men,
where seasnakes sunbathe in the autumn and
spring. Come this way. Come this way, o please. $20
[Act Two Scene Eight]
[Enter chubby Francesca, in gymn leotards,
vacuum sportsbra
and trainers, with weights strapped to her
ankles and wrists, one kilo barbells in her fists,
puffing, sweating and heaving.]
Fran - I suppose there's pleasure in pain. But it'll be
worth the effort. By making the Magi's clone
fall in love with me, I'll get the secrets to
gene therapy for baldness in men, re
colourisation of hair in older women and
noncalorie all that you can eat food. We'll make
honest people of us yet. Senor, buenos dias.
Junior - Senorita, Buenos dias in kind. Don't stop.
If you go cold you might get the hamstring cramps.
Fran - I'm not sure that you'd mind me getting $10
a cardiac arrest doing cardiovascular exercise.
My approach is always the same - me want, me take.
Still, less is more, more compact muscle,
less loose fat and cellulite, hands of time spinning.
Junior - I wish that I could help you. If you slow down.
Fran - Cramps in the thighs trump cellulite, amigo.
Fran - Can't I get a swig of your brain booster shake?
Junior - You may, you're an emerald in the rough.
Fran - I don't know that I can take this bootcamp.
I change my mind in sheer agony. Know what you're $20
getting into, clone, I'm a tomboy. In Caruca I made my
living moneychanging gringos and gringas - I'd
take some pesos out of their bundle to be caught,
fake surprise, put them back, offering a recount,
and slip out the big notes at the back after they
kindly forwent the recount. That's me, senor.
I'm going to marry you and take half of everything.
Junior - Let me do some of your weight stretches.
Fran - No. It's no chore for you, you're just your father's
son, a chip off the old pipette or tort. $30
Junior - Let me do a few tai ch'i postures for you.
Fran - You're a sight for sore eyes. What shall I call you?
Junior - Junior Junior the second, first among clones.
Fran - Junior, I love the way you are, unspoiled by
the rotten world. When I think of all the bastards
and dastards I've been through - bullying experts,
three timing two timers. I believe a marriage
to an older woman, in her twenties, would be
perfect for you in this extremely lonely place.
Junior - I'm afraid that I've only seen composite $40
women apart from you. The Holo Magi has
piled a thousand female faces on top of one
another to form the the perfect average
witching face to which I'm drawn. You are
not unlike the One. You are something like her.
I've read of puppy love, before serious love.
I think that I can do that, if you lead the way.
Fran - I've pistol whipped many idiots who bought
cocaine on credit from me, I'll play minder
for a trillion dollar mountain or two. $50
Junior - I have read that love is a great healer.
Fran - My stepfather is a governor, but
I hardly know him, I believe it is a great omen.
We'll find a city out of style in the third world
and lie low, printing cash as need be, creating
tools and machines as need be off an emulator.
Can you cleave away from Senor Magi?
Junior - He has various time machines on the drawing board-
his photographic mind is easily distracted.
I think the one with ice and nanorobots is his $60
biggest project. A parallel universe might be of more
interest to him, than nannying us through
an Asian language. He has grown tired of
invisibility and body regeneration.
[Enter, the Holo Magi.]
Holo Magi - You can have the hand of my young clone
here in marriage on one condition - that you
are in harmony, and to produce that harmony
you must show me factory aptitude.
Fran - I can bring one industry to the table to prove
my instant love for Holo Magi junior - $70
Cacao-Coca, chocolate and cocaine frappes.
Magi - Done. I've always approved of arranged
marriages. Love is for children, and so are
broken hearts. I was in hospital throughout
the La Violenza with malaria and know that
passion is dangerous. But mark this: my clone
will keep you on a winding leash.
Junior - I shall. To strengthen and test her legs.
Fran - Holo Magi, I've always been a tomboy
and taken my lovers wearing their baseball $80
caps back to front. I'm sick of bitches who
drag me back from the glass ceiling, I know
there's a man at the top of the heap and at
the bottom of the heap, that I can roam whorish.
Magi - How can you not love her? While she huffs and
puffs jogging on the spot I can see the woman
that you could love arching back in orgasm or
puffing the birth of your precious child.
Junior - Indeed, you might, Magi, eyes all round.
[End of Act Two Scene Eight.]
a study toward sonnet #1,116 by FisherKingKQJ
Finding true love should've been a doddle-
Tried the athlete who was manners clunky,
Tried the oil heir who selfstyled as flunkey,
Tried the toughguy who could mollycoddle.
Tried the traveller who rounded waddle,
Tried the brainbox who might step up chunky,
Tried the cellist who posed magpie funky,
Tried the monk who floated fashion model.
Alas, I couldn't pull off mix and match,
Their paragon points as one perfect male;
Then cuss cut and paste, scold suture and patch,
Myself from this approach I had to bale.
I spent more time picking earrings of the day,
Than my soul mate, upholding my dismay.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 day
o $10,000,000 period
o $10,000,000 spell
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Finding true love should've been a doddle-
Tried the athlete who was manners clunky,
Tried the oil heir who selfstyled as flunkey,
Tried the toughguy who could mollycoddle.
Tried the traveller who rounded waddle,
Tried the brainbox who might step up chunky,
Tried the cellist who posed magpie funky,
Tried the monk who floated fashion model.
Alas, I couldn't pull off mix and match,
Their paragon points as one perfect male;
Then cuss cut and paste, scold suture and patch,
Myself from this approach I had to bale.
I spent more time picking earrings of the day,
Than my soul mate, upholding my dismay.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 day
o $10,000,000 period
o $10,000,000 spell
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Monday, July 24, 2006
[first draught of The Holo Magi]
Act Two Scene Seven (a)
Albinio -The Holo Magi used to like me
scratching my backside, like this, like this,
would even laugh and shake his head in
the early days, now he's pompous of decade,
I look both ways to do my kaka. I cuss
him many a time just out of hearing, action
replay or slomo it how he will. I'm sixty or so, so
books of interest tome must be non-canon.
Will he take them with him? I'll turn this island
into a concentration camp for paedophiles when $10
he's gone, bring in some tourists. In private
prisons they cry, I did not do it. In public
prisons they cry, I didn't do it, but in Paedo
Prison kiddy munters shall cry out in the
night, I did it! I did it! But who's
this coming up the beach? I hide in this thick
bush of kelp till he goes away.
Bernardo -I'll kill him! He's stolen my bag of coke!
What's this sea squirt squirting?
Albinio - Don't kill me! I didn't do it whatever it was. $20
Bernardo - You've wet yourself, ropey squirt. It's high time
I got some respect in this hellhole paradise.
Albinio - You sound like one of the Magi's mindless
lackeys. He'll turn you to stone, if you're soft.
Bernardo - I've been called a pirate, wrongly, many times,
a lackey never. I'm a smuggler of cocaine. Get
that right, you ropey old melon head.
Alleged gangster, alleged racketeer, certified
pickpocket, certified shoplifter, at large
cocaine smuggler. My rap sheet is my CV. $30
[End of first draught of Act Two Scene Seven (a) of
The Holo Magi.]
Act Two Scene Seven (a)
Albinio -The Holo Magi used to like me
scratching my backside, like this, like this,
would even laugh and shake his head in
the early days, now he's pompous of decade,
I look both ways to do my kaka. I cuss
him many a time just out of hearing, action
replay or slomo it how he will. I'm sixty or so, so
books of interest tome must be non-canon.
Will he take them with him? I'll turn this island
into a concentration camp for paedophiles when $10
he's gone, bring in some tourists. In private
prisons they cry, I did not do it. In public
prisons they cry, I didn't do it, but in Paedo
Prison kiddy munters shall cry out in the
night, I did it! I did it! But who's
this coming up the beach? I hide in this thick
bush of kelp till he goes away.
Bernardo -I'll kill him! He's stolen my bag of coke!
What's this sea squirt squirting?
Albinio - Don't kill me! I didn't do it whatever it was. $20
Bernardo - You've wet yourself, ropey squirt. It's high time
I got some respect in this hellhole paradise.
Albinio - You sound like one of the Magi's mindless
lackeys. He'll turn you to stone, if you're soft.
Bernardo - I've been called a pirate, wrongly, many times,
a lackey never. I'm a smuggler of cocaine. Get
that right, you ropey old melon head.
Alleged gangster, alleged racketeer, certified
pickpocket, certified shoplifter, at large
cocaine smuggler. My rap sheet is my CV. $30
[End of first draught of Act Two Scene Seven (a) of
The Holo Magi.]
a study toward sonnet #1,115 by FisherKingKQJ
Lyrist Amphion's lyrics were whole filling
To build great Thebes, floated blocks through air,
For buildings, bridges, walls, here, there, and where
Triangulated with love, weighed top billing.
Lyrist Arion's lyrics were prize thrilling,
Five sailors starboard shookdown whole share,
He stepped back into the sea, their brine snare,
A dolphin bouyed him on, thrumming, trilling.
My love is one of those nagging beauties,
Whom I tune out offbeat with flats made sharps,
Her rorts, menstruals, rashes and cooties,
I block out with plucks of darts on two harps.
I'll give her goosebumps in a mammogram,
By lyre, one day, then she'll see who I am.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 mammogram
o $10,000,000 breastcheck
o $10,000,000 jugexam
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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Lyrist Amphion's lyrics were whole filling
To build great Thebes, floated blocks through air,
For buildings, bridges, walls, here, there, and where
Triangulated with love, weighed top billing.
Lyrist Arion's lyrics were prize thrilling,
Five sailors starboard shookdown whole share,
He stepped back into the sea, their brine snare,
A dolphin bouyed him on, thrumming, trilling.
My love is one of those nagging beauties,
Whom I tune out offbeat with flats made sharps,
Her rorts, menstruals, rashes and cooties,
I block out with plucks of darts on two harps.
I'll give her goosebumps in a mammogram,
By lyre, one day, then she'll see who I am.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 mammogram
o $10,000,000 breastcheck
o $10,000,000 jugexam
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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Sunday, July 23, 2006
[First draught of The Holo Magi.]
Act Two Scene Six
Eduardo - The pilot, captain and their first mate
Plugged Cathy, Katey, then a Kate
Left not so much as stroke of leg
For Maggie-Marge self frigged Peg
Bernardo - Our clothes dried out in sea salt have taken
on a ghostly look. Maybe we should strip off and
piss ammonia on them the Roman way.
Eduardo - My Sunday best dusted with sand of desert dunes
spooked me in a similar way, got in my wristwatch
and camera and totally ruined them. $10
But it soaked up my sweat and body odour,
so who was I to complain in front of sheikhs,
old eunuchs, young emirs, mercenaries?
Bernardo - You were not stingy with your water.
You sweated it out to preserve the eco.
Eduardo - It's a very small world indeed when King Abdullah
takes our kid sister out of the slums of
Medellin to be his fourteenth wife.
Bernardo - She had a girl next door vitality about her
according to his mullah for South America. $20
Eduardo - An old man like that wouldn't differentiate between
youth and beauty. I've heard his first wife was
a great beauty of nature, that he grieved for her
for a week, then filed away his black kaftan
and got on with the business of oil cartels.
Bernardo - Our sister was under age in a country somewhere
along the equator. In the Solomons,
the Maldives or Hawaii or the Galapagos.
Eduardo - He should be jailed for statutary rape.
She was pushy, screechy, if the mullah had enquired.
Bernardo - The law of restitution gives us all his oil rigs, $30
private jets, palaces should be paid over as restitution.
You raped my sister, mighty King Abdullah, hand
over all your mountains of loot!
Eduardo - I had a camera in my sleeve and coughed right
through the ceremony to hide the hum.
[sparkling Orb floats in singing.]
Orb - Sleep head to toe to head to toe
To head again, dream in slomo.
Bernardo - I can't dream when I'm this tired. I know
that if I close my eyes my heart will stop
and I will die. I too young to be an old man. $40
Eduardo - Let's just lie here and rest our bodies
as flesh, according to mechanical time.
Bernardo - We might be capable of some telepathy.
Eduardo - I can tell that you want to sleep walk and snore,
no matter what you say, amigo.
Bernardo - I can tell that you turn in your sleep to
keep away leg thrombosis, senor.
Eduardo - If you can read my mind, you know me better
than I know myself. You know all my u-turns.
You know all my flipflops and clumsy blunders. $50
[End of Act Two Scene Six of the Holo Magi.]
Act Two Scene Six
Eduardo - The pilot, captain and their first mate
Plugged Cathy, Katey, then a Kate
Left not so much as stroke of leg
For Maggie-Marge self frigged Peg
Bernardo - Our clothes dried out in sea salt have taken
on a ghostly look. Maybe we should strip off and
piss ammonia on them the Roman way.
Eduardo - My Sunday best dusted with sand of desert dunes
spooked me in a similar way, got in my wristwatch
and camera and totally ruined them. $10
But it soaked up my sweat and body odour,
so who was I to complain in front of sheikhs,
old eunuchs, young emirs, mercenaries?
Bernardo - You were not stingy with your water.
You sweated it out to preserve the eco.
Eduardo - It's a very small world indeed when King Abdullah
takes our kid sister out of the slums of
Medellin to be his fourteenth wife.
Bernardo - She had a girl next door vitality about her
according to his mullah for South America. $20
Eduardo - An old man like that wouldn't differentiate between
youth and beauty. I've heard his first wife was
a great beauty of nature, that he grieved for her
for a week, then filed away his black kaftan
and got on with the business of oil cartels.
Bernardo - Our sister was under age in a country somewhere
along the equator. In the Solomons,
the Maldives or Hawaii or the Galapagos.
Eduardo - He should be jailed for statutary rape.
She was pushy, screechy, if the mullah had enquired.
Bernardo - The law of restitution gives us all his oil rigs, $30
private jets, palaces should be paid over as restitution.
You raped my sister, mighty King Abdullah, hand
over all your mountains of loot!
Eduardo - I had a camera in my sleeve and coughed right
through the ceremony to hide the hum.
[sparkling Orb floats in singing.]
Orb - Sleep head to toe to head to toe
To head again, dream in slomo.
Bernardo - I can't dream when I'm this tired. I know
that if I close my eyes my heart will stop
and I will die. I too young to be an old man. $40
Eduardo - Let's just lie here and rest our bodies
as flesh, according to mechanical time.
Bernardo - We might be capable of some telepathy.
Eduardo - I can tell that you want to sleep walk and snore,
no matter what you say, amigo.
Bernardo - I can tell that you turn in your sleep to
keep away leg thrombosis, senor.
Eduardo - If you can read my mind, you know me better
than I know myself. You know all my u-turns.
You know all my flipflops and clumsy blunders. $50
[End of Act Two Scene Six of the Holo Magi.]
Saturday, July 22, 2006
a study toward sonnet #1,114 by FisherKingKQJ
I looked with a love into your eyes too long
To point of fervour; after you forgave
I guessed this absent minded, gauchely grave-
You had sign narrowed your eyes righting wrong.
In your eyes teemed a nanorobot throng
In numbers big, in cooperation brave,
In their grips tiny tools with which to slave
In battle versus illness, as billowed prong.
The nanorobots in nuanced cloud of care
Left your eyes on glints and gripped round mine,
All but one held my eyelids with hardware,
Impurities delved stuff on which he'd dine.
My sight is more coloured, deepened sweeps,
Your mercy has cured my insolence heaps.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 sweeps
o $10,000,000 brushes
o $10,000,000 daubs
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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
I looked with a love into your eyes too long
To point of fervour; after you forgave
I guessed this absent minded, gauchely grave-
You had sign narrowed your eyes righting wrong.
In your eyes teemed a nanorobot throng
In numbers big, in cooperation brave,
In their grips tiny tools with which to slave
In battle versus illness, as billowed prong.
The nanorobots in nuanced cloud of care
Left your eyes on glints and gripped round mine,
All but one held my eyelids with hardware,
Impurities delved stuff on which he'd dine.
My sight is more coloured, deepened sweeps,
Your mercy has cured my insolence heaps.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 sweeps
o $10,000,000 brushes
o $10,000,000 daubs
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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
[first draft of The Holo Magi.]
Act Two Scene Five
Bernardo - What do you think of this little bottle?
Colonel - It is both hardly full and scarcely empty.
Two blinks yes, one blink no, easy to remember.
Albinio - You regret not letting me enlist with the
dark race against the darker race?
Eduardo - He does, two blinks emphatically.
Albinio - The darker race had the numbers over the
dark race, but the dark race had the
vitality and determination over the darker race.
Which lead to mutual destruction with a big $10
victory for neither quantity nor quality.
You denied me the heroic pyrrhic position
of last man standing. And now you want to
lay the blame for your suicide on me. But let
me remind you, I've kept you alive.
Bernardo - I'm offering you the position of lead zombie
on the hydroponic cocaine farm we're
going to replace the hedge maze with.
Eduardo - A dollar a day is better than nothing at all.
Albinio - Let's go shopping. See that dumb flounder. $20
Bang an old frypan on his head, into my basket
he goes. This way, this way. I'll show you my
little harem of damaged and worn out sex
robots of all genders and predilictions.
Bernardo - Albinio, budget sex robots for backpackers
and other disease carriers could be humane
and supremely cash lucrative.
Albinio - This one I sometimes use as a punchbag,
or I take her from behind pulling her hair
and she doesn't complain, not a whit. $30
Eduardo - Albinio, you have a great understanding of the
female psyche, even though you've probably
never met one, you're hardwired for it.
Albinio - I'd like to bug his clone, but I don't want to
be framed for manslaughter. Come this way,
I'll show you the rest. Low tide is a museum
for the early, struggling days of the Holo Magi.
[End of first draught of The Holo Magi,
Act Two Scene Five.]
Act Two Scene Five
Bernardo - What do you think of this little bottle?
Colonel - It is both hardly full and scarcely empty.
Two blinks yes, one blink no, easy to remember.
Albinio - You regret not letting me enlist with the
dark race against the darker race?
Eduardo - He does, two blinks emphatically.
Albinio - The darker race had the numbers over the
dark race, but the dark race had the
vitality and determination over the darker race.
Which lead to mutual destruction with a big $10
victory for neither quantity nor quality.
You denied me the heroic pyrrhic position
of last man standing. And now you want to
lay the blame for your suicide on me. But let
me remind you, I've kept you alive.
Bernardo - I'm offering you the position of lead zombie
on the hydroponic cocaine farm we're
going to replace the hedge maze with.
Eduardo - A dollar a day is better than nothing at all.
Albinio - Let's go shopping. See that dumb flounder. $20
Bang an old frypan on his head, into my basket
he goes. This way, this way. I'll show you my
little harem of damaged and worn out sex
robots of all genders and predilictions.
Bernardo - Albinio, budget sex robots for backpackers
and other disease carriers could be humane
and supremely cash lucrative.
Albinio - This one I sometimes use as a punchbag,
or I take her from behind pulling her hair
and she doesn't complain, not a whit. $30
Eduardo - Albinio, you have a great understanding of the
female psyche, even though you've probably
never met one, you're hardwired for it.
Albinio - I'd like to bug his clone, but I don't want to
be framed for manslaughter. Come this way,
I'll show you the rest. Low tide is a museum
for the early, struggling days of the Holo Magi.
[End of first draught of The Holo Magi,
Act Two Scene Five.]
Friday, July 21, 2006
a study toward sonnet #1,113 by FisherKingKQJ
Goodbye, boy, I've thumbed some thug uptown,
Who'd have dreamed then, shy me swiftly dumping
Memories of our rough backseat bumping-
I thought you were tough; he claims that you're a clown.
He growled that in top shelf you'd go self drown,
Your pony sports car posted such a stumping,
His sleek muscle car V8 power pumping
When idled sexy growls, chequered flag flicked down.
Straight up lift custom cleaver lambo doors,
The chassis lowers with hydraulics its height,
White sheep rugs fleshing out bucketseat floors,
Back speakers bevelled flush and out of sight.
Boyracer, you won't grow up, you'd be the death,
He does slow rhumba, scores us crank and meth.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 death
o $10,000,000 end
o $10,000,000 finish
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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Goodbye, boy, I've thumbed some thug uptown,
Who'd have dreamed then, shy me swiftly dumping
Memories of our rough backseat bumping-
I thought you were tough; he claims that you're a clown.
He growled that in top shelf you'd go self drown,
Your pony sports car posted such a stumping,
His sleek muscle car V8 power pumping
When idled sexy growls, chequered flag flicked down.
Straight up lift custom cleaver lambo doors,
The chassis lowers with hydraulics its height,
White sheep rugs fleshing out bucketseat floors,
Back speakers bevelled flush and out of sight.
Boyracer, you won't grow up, you'd be the death,
He does slow rhumba, scores us crank and meth.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 death
o $10,000,000 end
o $10,000,000 finish
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Thursday, July 20, 2006
[first draught of The Holo Magi]
Act Two Scene Five
[Albinio's home, a mud volcano on the beach.
His net hammock strung from palm trees.]
Eduardo - Albinio, it's all rubbish and antiques.
Albinio - Monsiuer, I've recycled that old rusty
walker as my beachcombing shopping cart.
Bernardo - If you find an old magnetron, you'll
be whooping, I'm sure, amigo.
Albinio - There's mobility scooters and golf carts
out past the sandbar and reefs.
But I'll not chance the tide even under a strong pull of a
blue moon. But I assure you, the combings of
the sea bed at low tide are all mine. $10
The descendants of Atlantis won't touch junk.
Eduardo - You said you'd introduce us to your zombie
friend the UN colonel Felix Xavier.
Albinio - But I will. And he is here. Came to solve
a problem, put himself in the pickle.
Bernardo - Where here? In this mud volcano?
Albinio - In that pilot whale. It's the strangest
thing, a pilot whale committing suicide
on its own. Usually, he'll drag the community
of mammals down to his own level. $20
Eduardo - Misery loves whale pods.
Bernardo - You stuffed the zombie-colonel in a pilot whale?
Albinio - I did. I thought to marinate him, but he was
wheezing like a fellow on a morgue slab,
so I thought it would be more humane to keep
him alive and warm dusted down with sea salt
and insulated by natural grease and oil.
Bernardo - I don't believe you, melonhead.
Albinio - Watch, I'll sit down on the beast's head,
and pump the colonel's head out his arse. $30
Eduardo - He's powder white and mumbling!
Bernardo - I think he's saying pump harder!
Eduardo - Pump harder! Amigos, pump harder!
Albinio - You'll be disappointed, he took his
work home with him, put a bullet in his
own temple, is now a creature of habit with his
fifty most common words and grunts.
Eduardo - Couldn't save his own butt. Pump!
Bernardo - We'll get the history of the island out him
with prompts and nods, shakes, winks and snorts. $40
Albinio - The Holo Magi was tedious with his
arithmetic and spelling but exciting with his fables.
I know all about the black christ with fine perfect
features, unlike you, and his hermaphrodite
mother, the boy-girl virgin. I can put two and two
together but I care not for two and three.
Eduardo - This colonel needs medicinal lysergic acid.
The problem with his wheezing half brain is it is
not scrambled enough. Worse can fix bad.
[end of Act Two Scene Five of the Holo Magi.]
Act Two Scene Five
[Albinio's home, a mud volcano on the beach.
His net hammock strung from palm trees.]
Eduardo - Albinio, it's all rubbish and antiques.
Albinio - Monsiuer, I've recycled that old rusty
walker as my beachcombing shopping cart.
Bernardo - If you find an old magnetron, you'll
be whooping, I'm sure, amigo.
Albinio - There's mobility scooters and golf carts
out past the sandbar and reefs.
But I'll not chance the tide even under a strong pull of a
blue moon. But I assure you, the combings of
the sea bed at low tide are all mine. $10
The descendants of Atlantis won't touch junk.
Eduardo - You said you'd introduce us to your zombie
friend the UN colonel Felix Xavier.
Albinio - But I will. And he is here. Came to solve
a problem, put himself in the pickle.
Bernardo - Where here? In this mud volcano?
Albinio - In that pilot whale. It's the strangest
thing, a pilot whale committing suicide
on its own. Usually, he'll drag the community
of mammals down to his own level. $20
Eduardo - Misery loves whale pods.
Bernardo - You stuffed the zombie-colonel in a pilot whale?
Albinio - I did. I thought to marinate him, but he was
wheezing like a fellow on a morgue slab,
so I thought it would be more humane to keep
him alive and warm dusted down with sea salt
and insulated by natural grease and oil.
Bernardo - I don't believe you, melonhead.
Albinio - Watch, I'll sit down on the beast's head,
and pump the colonel's head out his arse. $30
Eduardo - He's powder white and mumbling!
Bernardo - I think he's saying pump harder!
Eduardo - Pump harder! Amigos, pump harder!
Albinio - You'll be disappointed, he took his
work home with him, put a bullet in his
own temple, is now a creature of habit with his
fifty most common words and grunts.
Eduardo - Couldn't save his own butt. Pump!
Bernardo - We'll get the history of the island out him
with prompts and nods, shakes, winks and snorts. $40
Albinio - The Holo Magi was tedious with his
arithmetic and spelling but exciting with his fables.
I know all about the black christ with fine perfect
features, unlike you, and his hermaphrodite
mother, the boy-girl virgin. I can put two and two
together but I care not for two and three.
Eduardo - This colonel needs medicinal lysergic acid.
The problem with his wheezing half brain is it is
not scrambled enough. Worse can fix bad.
[end of Act Two Scene Five of the Holo Magi.]
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
a study toward sonnet #1,112 by FisherKingKQJ
To red, green, blue and yellow, you're heir,
Laughs, guffaws, whoops, or chuckles of ur-Queen,
You're holo avatar doing your ur-scene,
They suit me well enough, since I'm no peer.
I've heard you with your girlfriends ganged arrear,
It's your laugh largely for which my ears screen,
Atone for, tune in for, sifting out psychic green
When I wipe straight away a stray, single tear.
You can boom directional your white noise,
Your distance garbled words diffused with joy
Past my ear,downturned head, it quick destroys,
My second's sadness through one simple ploy.
Your laughter blips through heaven's babel gate,
So shuffles open the glum black hole grate.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 gate
o $10,000,000 aperture
o $10,000,000 door
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
To red, green, blue and yellow, you're heir,
Laughs, guffaws, whoops, or chuckles of ur-Queen,
You're holo avatar doing your ur-scene,
They suit me well enough, since I'm no peer.
I've heard you with your girlfriends ganged arrear,
It's your laugh largely for which my ears screen,
Atone for, tune in for, sifting out psychic green
When I wipe straight away a stray, single tear.
You can boom directional your white noise,
Your distance garbled words diffused with joy
Past my ear,downturned head, it quick destroys,
My second's sadness through one simple ploy.
Your laughter blips through heaven's babel gate,
So shuffles open the glum black hole grate.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 gate
o $10,000,000 aperture
o $10,000,000 door
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Dear Diary,
Have you noticed that our rivals in 3d leave their
customers with sore eyes? Human eyes roll in their
sockets, so naturally, to get the hang of those
two camera systems you have to be a chook or
pigeon and jerk your head around. This is why the
third eye (or third camera) is called the eye of
wisdom, amongst humans.
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS
Have you noticed that our rivals in 3d leave their
customers with sore eyes? Human eyes roll in their
sockets, so naturally, to get the hang of those
two camera systems you have to be a chook or
pigeon and jerk your head around. This is why the
third eye (or third camera) is called the eye of
wisdom, amongst humans.
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
[1st draught The Holo Magi]
Act Two Scene Four
-As you can see, the Holo Magi has
let me rule low tide round the island.
Mine is the kingdom of bottom feeders,
such as this scavenging, rotten baby
hammer head shark.
-That drowned with its eyes open in
a plastic beer can retainer.
-All this rubbish is yours?
-Mine, mine, mine! Paddle crabs,
sick flounder, stupid jellyfish,
all mine.
-How is it you don't seek world
domination. I told you before, plenty to
go round. I've heard of the oil slicks
Alaska way. Chilly climes are not for me.
I'm happy with my position at number four
in food chain under bacteria, blow fly mites,
and cockroaches.
-We've found you at the bottom of a
breakfast cereal packet.
-The baby hammerhead kept an eye out for
trouble, and look where it got him.
-It's raining flying fish.
-The Holy Magi has drummed them up
out of the waterspouts, but you must eat them
raw, crap and and all.
-I do feel bloated hungry, perhaps we could
surge over the hedge-maze on a tidal wave.
-Albinio, I don't mean to be rude, but
fishbones suck. It's better that we head on
fortified and energised by the good old
cocoa leaf in a bourbon bottle.
-The miniature whiskey cocaine bottles are our
little contribution to water conservation.
-Dead jellyfish make the best saline implants,
Albinio. Put them in your cups.
-I remember woman warriors from the civil war
would jiggle about, so. See that little isle not a
thousand yards away - the very dark race
planned to banish the dark race there, but
money was tight, the decimal point on the square
kilometres was out of whack, and in short,
outnumbered two to one, they were rounded
up and butchered. I begged the colonel, I
could yell and shake a bayonet with the best
of them. Alas, I watched from a palm tree top,
and took my frustration out on monkeys,
cutting off their tails while they drunken slept
to turn them into apes.
[End of Act Two Scene Three 1st draught.]
Act Two Scene Four
-As you can see, the Holo Magi has
let me rule low tide round the island.
Mine is the kingdom of bottom feeders,
such as this scavenging, rotten baby
hammer head shark.
-That drowned with its eyes open in
a plastic beer can retainer.
-All this rubbish is yours?
-Mine, mine, mine! Paddle crabs,
sick flounder, stupid jellyfish,
all mine.
-How is it you don't seek world
domination. I told you before, plenty to
go round. I've heard of the oil slicks
Alaska way. Chilly climes are not for me.
I'm happy with my position at number four
in food chain under bacteria, blow fly mites,
and cockroaches.
-We've found you at the bottom of a
breakfast cereal packet.
-The baby hammerhead kept an eye out for
trouble, and look where it got him.
-It's raining flying fish.
-The Holy Magi has drummed them up
out of the waterspouts, but you must eat them
raw, crap and and all.
-I do feel bloated hungry, perhaps we could
surge over the hedge-maze on a tidal wave.
-Albinio, I don't mean to be rude, but
fishbones suck. It's better that we head on
fortified and energised by the good old
cocoa leaf in a bourbon bottle.
-The miniature whiskey cocaine bottles are our
little contribution to water conservation.
-Dead jellyfish make the best saline implants,
Albinio. Put them in your cups.
-I remember woman warriors from the civil war
would jiggle about, so. See that little isle not a
thousand yards away - the very dark race
planned to banish the dark race there, but
money was tight, the decimal point on the square
kilometres was out of whack, and in short,
outnumbered two to one, they were rounded
up and butchered. I begged the colonel, I
could yell and shake a bayonet with the best
of them. Alas, I watched from a palm tree top,
and took my frustration out on monkeys,
cutting off their tails while they drunken slept
to turn them into apes.
[End of Act Two Scene Three 1st draught.]
Monday, July 17, 2006
a study toward sonnet #1,111 by FisherKingKQJ
You're mad to abandon this fish farm,
Left hard off Curadoreddu roadhouse,
O Paolo, how did you port such a louse,
Preserving mixed memory's no harm.
Don't spare me her as we go arm in arm,
I nearly felt her force where jets douse
Into waterfalls cascading, hollowed bowse
Up crannies into rippling, foaming calm.
O Louise, a bitter honey seada break please,
And don't think badly of me in my shame,
As we walk under cork and olive trees,
My money could not save her, all the same.
I've lived a life based on work and reason,
Hoarded evergreen, not human season.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 reason
o $10,000,000 analysis
o $10,000,000 logic
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
You're mad to abandon this fish farm,
Left hard off Curadoreddu roadhouse,
O Paolo, how did you port such a louse,
Preserving mixed memory's no harm.
Don't spare me her as we go arm in arm,
I nearly felt her force where jets douse
Into waterfalls cascading, hollowed bowse
Up crannies into rippling, foaming calm.
O Louise, a bitter honey seada break please,
And don't think badly of me in my shame,
As we walk under cork and olive trees,
My money could not save her, all the same.
I've lived a life based on work and reason,
Hoarded evergreen, not human season.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 reason
o $10,000,000 analysis
o $10,000,000 logic
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Sunday, July 16, 2006
[1st draught of The Holo Magi.]
Act Two Scene Three.
-So, the Holo Magi is growing in strength,
but you're happy with your lot.
-The little I do I do well in sorcery. A
little further on I'll dig up the very UN
peacekeeping colonel who cast the deciding vote
to keep me out of the civil war. Is a zombie
and deservedly so for shutting me out of the
civil war between the darkies and the very darkies.
-What you needed was a Ku Klux observer,
someone sitting on the fence while the genocide
raged on.
-I wear an eyeless sheet on my poor head
Because all our sad darkies are now dead
O what dark, evil message do they send
When finishing off their own wicked end?
-You can sleep at night now.
-Albinio, you have got some hold on the Magi,
otherwise you'd be long dead.
-I gave him mouth to mouth resuscitation on the
beach when he was blue with death.
-I think he will destroy you somehow. When
he finds out you're eating earlier versions of him.
It's outrageous.
-Without his permission, you've gone and eaten
one of his hamstrings.
-But I eat many old things. Blowflies and parrots
that have died of old age. Little monkeys
which have wrecklessly tumbled out of the
canopy and cracked their heads or ribs open
on the rocks.
-Albinio, they have the same thing in Haiti and
Cuba, only they call it roadkill.
-You are easily pleased, because you are an
imbecile. With the Magi's powers, we'll hold
the world to ransom with tidal waves in batches
or on tap, volcanoes up and down the the cracks
of the tectonic plates blowing lava and
rocks at specified times.
-In the world, tribute flows upwards and urine
gushes downward.
[End of 1st draught Act Two Scene Three
of The Holo Magi.]
Act Two Scene Three.
-So, the Holo Magi is growing in strength,
but you're happy with your lot.
-The little I do I do well in sorcery. A
little further on I'll dig up the very UN
peacekeeping colonel who cast the deciding vote
to keep me out of the civil war. Is a zombie
and deservedly so for shutting me out of the
civil war between the darkies and the very darkies.
-What you needed was a Ku Klux observer,
someone sitting on the fence while the genocide
raged on.
-I wear an eyeless sheet on my poor head
Because all our sad darkies are now dead
O what dark, evil message do they send
When finishing off their own wicked end?
-You can sleep at night now.
-Albinio, you have got some hold on the Magi,
otherwise you'd be long dead.
-I gave him mouth to mouth resuscitation on the
beach when he was blue with death.
-I think he will destroy you somehow. When
he finds out you're eating earlier versions of him.
It's outrageous.
-Without his permission, you've gone and eaten
one of his hamstrings.
-But I eat many old things. Blowflies and parrots
that have died of old age. Little monkeys
which have wrecklessly tumbled out of the
canopy and cracked their heads or ribs open
on the rocks.
-Albinio, they have the same thing in Haiti and
Cuba, only they call it roadkill.
-You are easily pleased, because you are an
imbecile. With the Magi's powers, we'll hold
the world to ransom with tidal waves in batches
or on tap, volcanoes up and down the the cracks
of the tectonic plates blowing lava and
rocks at specified times.
-In the world, tribute flows upwards and urine
gushes downward.
[End of 1st draught Act Two Scene Three
of The Holo Magi.]
a study toward sonnet #1,110 by FisherKingKQJ
Hey metal traders white hot for the kill,
Who stockpile, then storm markets east to west,
Who from poor Morales and Mittal wrest
The Indian givers, this girl's my cheap thrill.
For red rust, she has red lips that smiles spill,
For grey zinc, she has gray nails in prayer blessed,
For gold gold, she has gold hair finely tressed,
For blue steel, she has blue eyes that can drill.
For black iron, she has black lashes in soft curl,
For off white bauxite, she has off white teeth,
For brownish copper, she has cleavage furl,
For white brass plate, she has white palms beneath.
Reach for her skin of pure Indian rubber,
Hostess robot for rich men, I'd dub her.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 rubber
o $10,000,000 amber
o $10,000,000 sap
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Hey metal traders white hot for the kill,
Who stockpile, then storm markets east to west,
Who from poor Morales and Mittal wrest
The Indian givers, this girl's my cheap thrill.
For red rust, she has red lips that smiles spill,
For grey zinc, she has gray nails in prayer blessed,
For gold gold, she has gold hair finely tressed,
For blue steel, she has blue eyes that can drill.
For black iron, she has black lashes in soft curl,
For off white bauxite, she has off white teeth,
For brownish copper, she has cleavage furl,
For white brass plate, she has white palms beneath.
Reach for her skin of pure Indian rubber,
Hostess robot for rich men, I'd dub her.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 rubber
o $10,000,000 amber
o $10,000,000 sap
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Saturday, July 15, 2006
[The Holo Magi first draught.]
Act Two Scene Two
-Albinio, explain the difference between living
outside the maze as you sometimes do,
and suicide by cop?
-Pardon, monsieur? I'm showing you where I
dug a hole like the proberbial dog under the maze hedge,
that you might outwit or club into a coma the
Holo Magi.
-Pistol whip him! A slug from a silencer would be
too civilised.
-Ow! I've got dark powers of my own, suppressed
only by the grand mal on behalf the petit mal for
reason unknown. Ouch!
-He'd go up in the world. He'd give himself burps
and farts.
-Sleepwalk with your eyes open, from now on.
-I was just getting the hang of sleepwalking and
snoring at once.
-We can do the Magi like hunting lions. One will
roar to freeze and the other shall pounce. One will
roar to drive into the maw of the other.
-The Magi says there is only the one clone,
but I've seen others in various states of
development in cryogenic chambers
to replace his tired old organs or skin and bones. He
models himself on salamanders, has asthma and
pollen allergies that haunt him. I've buried bits over
here, of him, that with decay marinate off the bone
and into the mouth.
-Show us a likeness of him.
-He has taken the island from me, the runt who noone recruit
to civil war, and though he might outlive me, my
stinking reputation will occur in his nostrils after I'm dead,
as Albinio, last of the cannibals, robbed of justice, in my
message in a bottle last testament.
-Is the Magi patient?
-At first was, but I've seen him grow a kidney before my eyes.
-Then even a sorcerer can experience personal growth.
-Indeed.
-Thanks, but no thanks, I won't have a morsel of the Magi.
When I get my hands on his throat, he'll get a piece of me.
-In the next part of the island chain we must whisper.
He has good reconnaissance there.
-And ship that might be loaded with six hundred tonnes
of cocaine?
-Has built massive six storey solenoids out
of copper from old
pennies and two cent pieces up in the
mountains and aboard his ship
the HMS Stormchaser, which crackle along on lightning
bolts and fire up the propellors with sea ozone and
sea hydrogen.
[End of Act Two Scene Two first draught.]
Act Two Scene Two
-Albinio, explain the difference between living
outside the maze as you sometimes do,
and suicide by cop?
-Pardon, monsieur? I'm showing you where I
dug a hole like the proberbial dog under the maze hedge,
that you might outwit or club into a coma the
Holo Magi.
-Pistol whip him! A slug from a silencer would be
too civilised.
-Ow! I've got dark powers of my own, suppressed
only by the grand mal on behalf the petit mal for
reason unknown. Ouch!
-He'd go up in the world. He'd give himself burps
and farts.
-Sleepwalk with your eyes open, from now on.
-I was just getting the hang of sleepwalking and
snoring at once.
-We can do the Magi like hunting lions. One will
roar to freeze and the other shall pounce. One will
roar to drive into the maw of the other.
-The Magi says there is only the one clone,
but I've seen others in various states of
development in cryogenic chambers
to replace his tired old organs or skin and bones. He
models himself on salamanders, has asthma and
pollen allergies that haunt him. I've buried bits over
here, of him, that with decay marinate off the bone
and into the mouth.
-Show us a likeness of him.
-He has taken the island from me, the runt who noone recruit
to civil war, and though he might outlive me, my
stinking reputation will occur in his nostrils after I'm dead,
as Albinio, last of the cannibals, robbed of justice, in my
message in a bottle last testament.
-Is the Magi patient?
-At first was, but I've seen him grow a kidney before my eyes.
-Then even a sorcerer can experience personal growth.
-Indeed.
-Thanks, but no thanks, I won't have a morsel of the Magi.
When I get my hands on his throat, he'll get a piece of me.
-In the next part of the island chain we must whisper.
He has good reconnaissance there.
-And ship that might be loaded with six hundred tonnes
of cocaine?
-Has built massive six storey solenoids out
of copper from old
pennies and two cent pieces up in the
mountains and aboard his ship
the HMS Stormchaser, which crackle along on lightning
bolts and fire up the propellors with sea ozone and
sea hydrogen.
[End of Act Two Scene Two first draught.]
a study toward sonnet #1,109 by FisherKingKQJ
I loved him most for his expiry date,
In fact, from getgo we were far too glib
And at ease with each other, we'd ad lib
In clever ways cross the set topic slate.
He'd slip south this spring, promoted of late,
And truth to tell, I couldn't see the crib,
Us cooing our cherub, sponging baby's bib,
He was, to cut it sweet, not my soul mate.
You know how shifting house can be stopstart?
He copped a double booking freight delay-
Postponement paltry tipped out my cart,
I nearly let my blubs my thoughts betray.
I'd shared too much of my shored energy,
For seven days he seemed my enemy.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 energy
o $10,000,000 force
o $10,000,000 power
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
I loved him most for his expiry date,
In fact, from getgo we were far too glib
And at ease with each other, we'd ad lib
In clever ways cross the set topic slate.
He'd slip south this spring, promoted of late,
And truth to tell, I couldn't see the crib,
Us cooing our cherub, sponging baby's bib,
He was, to cut it sweet, not my soul mate.
You know how shifting house can be stopstart?
He copped a double booking freight delay-
Postponement paltry tipped out my cart,
I nearly let my blubs my thoughts betray.
I'd shared too much of my shored energy,
For seven days he seemed my enemy.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 energy
o $10,000,000 force
o $10,000,000 power
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Thursday, July 13, 2006
[first draught of The Holo Magi]
Act Two Scene Two
-Shame it takes a disaster like this for
us to appreciate the fine qualities of each other.
-What disaster? We find this Holo Magi
and his gladstone bag of quack eco-
remedies and throw him into a dungeon of his own
making. His hydroponics and his hothouses
should be dedicated to marijuana and greenbacks.
-The island is heaped with collectors' five
cent and two cent and one cent pieces.
-I am no numistat and that is that.
-I'm saving them up for my old age. The water
on the brain might come right when my face
has shriveled up and my muscles wasted away.
-You'd make a fortune as a taxi driver taking
us the long way round.
-The holo magi is expecting you and his his only
weakness is impatience.
-Albinio, you lie on your coins, but get no tan,
or bolt of lightning twice,
you kiss the likeness of the Queen and bow like a
moslem and yet you wear the ropiest of bikinis.
-I'm thrifty, if that's your drift. I found the three
triangles while beachcombing and figured it out.
-I can assure you the bottom piece is a bandanna
and there's a third piece missing.
-It's a trikini. And as they say in Haiti, your trikini
line is showing.
-That up there is the consort's ear. Large and curvy.
And this boulderface the Queen's bas relief.
-Excuse me for laughing out loud raucously, but isn't it
a heresy to have the consort's ear larger than the idol's
profile?
-Received through the ether, has six sons and six
daughters by the goddess, hangs on her every word.
-Seems to me, he has to make a great effort to
tune in.
-Dare I say, he only pays lips service. His mind is
elsewhere.
-Over here, on a rainy day, I count my medicinal maggots
and leeches in jars and set them free.
-You disagree with the great Magi's teachings?
-He gives me his hand me down clothes and animals for
occupational therapy. There's nothing dodgy about it.
-There's no off shore gambling or tax havens here?
-All given up to science. Try Bermuda or the Cayman
islands north west and north east.
-We cannot go back.
-Give me another swig from your flagon.
-Flacon! Flacon! It's coke in thimble loads of rum.
-It goes straight to my feet. I love it.
-We have a business propostion for the Magi. As quinine
bolsters lemonade against the langour of malaria, so
might whisky with a touch of cocaine bolster against
fatigue in sweat shops and shopping malls alike.
-Can you speak bantu?
-Little. My mother, who was a hoodoo pristess died before I
was born. I speak a little french. Au pair. Faux pas.
Bon mot. But when I get the petit mal I forget it all
again.
[End of first draught Act Two Scene Two.]
Act Two Scene Two
-Shame it takes a disaster like this for
us to appreciate the fine qualities of each other.
-What disaster? We find this Holo Magi
and his gladstone bag of quack eco-
remedies and throw him into a dungeon of his own
making. His hydroponics and his hothouses
should be dedicated to marijuana and greenbacks.
-The island is heaped with collectors' five
cent and two cent and one cent pieces.
-I am no numistat and that is that.
-I'm saving them up for my old age. The water
on the brain might come right when my face
has shriveled up and my muscles wasted away.
-You'd make a fortune as a taxi driver taking
us the long way round.
-The holo magi is expecting you and his his only
weakness is impatience.
-Albinio, you lie on your coins, but get no tan,
or bolt of lightning twice,
you kiss the likeness of the Queen and bow like a
moslem and yet you wear the ropiest of bikinis.
-I'm thrifty, if that's your drift. I found the three
triangles while beachcombing and figured it out.
-I can assure you the bottom piece is a bandanna
and there's a third piece missing.
-It's a trikini. And as they say in Haiti, your trikini
line is showing.
-That up there is the consort's ear. Large and curvy.
And this boulderface the Queen's bas relief.
-Excuse me for laughing out loud raucously, but isn't it
a heresy to have the consort's ear larger than the idol's
profile?
-Received through the ether, has six sons and six
daughters by the goddess, hangs on her every word.
-Seems to me, he has to make a great effort to
tune in.
-Dare I say, he only pays lips service. His mind is
elsewhere.
-Over here, on a rainy day, I count my medicinal maggots
and leeches in jars and set them free.
-You disagree with the great Magi's teachings?
-He gives me his hand me down clothes and animals for
occupational therapy. There's nothing dodgy about it.
-There's no off shore gambling or tax havens here?
-All given up to science. Try Bermuda or the Cayman
islands north west and north east.
-We cannot go back.
-Give me another swig from your flagon.
-Flacon! Flacon! It's coke in thimble loads of rum.
-It goes straight to my feet. I love it.
-We have a business propostion for the Magi. As quinine
bolsters lemonade against the langour of malaria, so
might whisky with a touch of cocaine bolster against
fatigue in sweat shops and shopping malls alike.
-Can you speak bantu?
-Little. My mother, who was a hoodoo pristess died before I
was born. I speak a little french. Au pair. Faux pas.
Bon mot. But when I get the petit mal I forget it all
again.
[End of first draught Act Two Scene Two.]
a study toward sonnet #1,108 by FisherKingKQJ
While now that I've come back in force I find
That you've retreated, given up your cause
Of making her love you, mark how she awes
With snooty looks, your sobs sneers assigned.
You've won women waif, as a white knight shined,
But she's aloof, and seeming free of flaws,
Her paragon good looks and smiles give pause,
Unneedy outward, she vamps cold in kind.
To bust her buttressed portcullis and gates
We must chance at a backward forward crawl,
Take our turns as two temporary mates,
You first must broach her, beg, bully, bawl.
Myself, I shall stammer, stall and stumble,
Might her mercy raise me from some tumble.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 stumble
o $10,000,000 falter
o $10,000,000 trip
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
While now that I've come back in force I find
That you've retreated, given up your cause
Of making her love you, mark how she awes
With snooty looks, your sobs sneers assigned.
You've won women waif, as a white knight shined,
But she's aloof, and seeming free of flaws,
Her paragon good looks and smiles give pause,
Unneedy outward, she vamps cold in kind.
To bust her buttressed portcullis and gates
We must chance at a backward forward crawl,
Take our turns as two temporary mates,
You first must broach her, beg, bully, bawl.
Myself, I shall stammer, stall and stumble,
Might her mercy raise me from some tumble.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 stumble
o $10,000,000 falter
o $10,000,000 trip
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
[first draught of The Holo Magi.]
Act Two Scene One
Magi - Put down your pistol or there will be mess.
Fran - I will not. I don't take orders from you.
Magi - But you're facing off with magic powers.
Fran - I plunge to purgatory if I miss.
Magi - You put faith in a muzzle full of clam
or cockle shell bone dry grit? Give in, now.
Fran - I may. I may not. You can't rattle me.
Junior -Let her alone, I think she's cute and sweet.
Magi - This is no joke. You'll bide, she'll not divide $10
and rule us; you've misread our situation.
Fran - Go pull me a clay pigeon or a queer
king penguin, I'll show you just that I mean
the business. I've dined with mafiosi.
Magi - The magic of the present situation
is that although we're not friends, we don't have
to be wild enemies. You need some rest.
Fran - Agreed, agreed. Who is the sweet young thing?
I've conned a passing resemblanceto you.
Magi - I worried so - he spent a year or two $20
as spitting image of his uncle thief -
he's coming right. When his high pitched voice breaks,
you'll know him as my clone, my other self.
Fran - Then tell me more about the island - are
we occupants alone? What of slave tribes
who've gone mad with cannibalism here in
the Carribean, near Haiti east east north.
Magi - Of flesh and blood, there is the specimen,
poor Albinio, the malformed orphan son
from priestess borne, vitiligo rid, then
cast out from her tribe of sad genocide $30
bent crazies for her mash up of hoodoo with
voodoo. Before we knew of her dead, alive.
Fran - This Albinio, I gather now, has no
dark pigment in his skin? Is sickly white?
Magi - His eyes are pink, also transparent,
To frostbite, he lost fingers, his left thumb
and his congenital three toed feet give
him looks approaching normal as seen in
The rounds of charitable high society. $40
Fran - This Albinio does hoodoo or voodoo?
Magi -But neither, his holy church steeple
is one mud volcano filled with royals.
His cargo cult is a quirk of nature:
More likeness of a passing fluffy cloud,
the Queen etched by waves into boulder
Or else a stone which by the light of full
Moon might be her poor consorts ear.
Her tail of endeavour he might be called.
Magi - This cargo cult of old royals has a tithe?
Junior- He collects ancient pennies, one cent coins
two cent coins, five cent coins in large heaps from $50
old ship wrecks, ships in bottles or else flasks.
Fran - Now, copper, nickel are on a twelve month high,
I've read. They're on the up and up, I think.
Junior - What is your name, If I may boldly ask?
Fran - You may not. I'm the ringleader tomboy.
Magi - Let me guess now, each cocaine shipment you
do you call your last. Greed is not your thing.
Fran - I'm close to whore, I've thought about it.
Magi - And people tip their hats to you and smirk
shoplifters. It's so, so sick, a bad dream. $60
Fran - But it's an all or nothing kind of world.
Magi - Orb will lead our way as he is wont to.
Do you like our hedge maze? I drew and built
it myself. It seeds clouds, provides ongoing
light breeze and ozone, pathway under our
feet is waste uranium laminated
and neutralised by phosphate which has
passed through the innards of bacteria.
Fran - I'll like this place when you show me how
to sieve out the gold dust of the oceans and ruin $70
billionaires round the industrialised world.
Magi - To paraphrase Albinio, there's money in
bacteria frass of every colour and shade,
[Exeunt. End of Act Two Scene One.]
Act Two Scene One
Magi - Put down your pistol or there will be mess.
Fran - I will not. I don't take orders from you.
Magi - But you're facing off with magic powers.
Fran - I plunge to purgatory if I miss.
Magi - You put faith in a muzzle full of clam
or cockle shell bone dry grit? Give in, now.
Fran - I may. I may not. You can't rattle me.
Junior -Let her alone, I think she's cute and sweet.
Magi - This is no joke. You'll bide, she'll not divide $10
and rule us; you've misread our situation.
Fran - Go pull me a clay pigeon or a queer
king penguin, I'll show you just that I mean
the business. I've dined with mafiosi.
Magi - The magic of the present situation
is that although we're not friends, we don't have
to be wild enemies. You need some rest.
Fran - Agreed, agreed. Who is the sweet young thing?
I've conned a passing resemblanceto you.
Magi - I worried so - he spent a year or two $20
as spitting image of his uncle thief -
he's coming right. When his high pitched voice breaks,
you'll know him as my clone, my other self.
Fran - Then tell me more about the island - are
we occupants alone? What of slave tribes
who've gone mad with cannibalism here in
the Carribean, near Haiti east east north.
Magi - Of flesh and blood, there is the specimen,
poor Albinio, the malformed orphan son
from priestess borne, vitiligo rid, then
cast out from her tribe of sad genocide $30
bent crazies for her mash up of hoodoo with
voodoo. Before we knew of her dead, alive.
Fran - This Albinio, I gather now, has no
dark pigment in his skin? Is sickly white?
Magi - His eyes are pink, also transparent,
To frostbite, he lost fingers, his left thumb
and his congenital three toed feet give
him looks approaching normal as seen in
The rounds of charitable high society. $40
Fran - This Albinio does hoodoo or voodoo?
Magi -But neither, his holy church steeple
is one mud volcano filled with royals.
His cargo cult is a quirk of nature:
More likeness of a passing fluffy cloud,
the Queen etched by waves into boulder
Or else a stone which by the light of full
Moon might be her poor consorts ear.
Her tail of endeavour he might be called.
Magi - This cargo cult of old royals has a tithe?
Junior- He collects ancient pennies, one cent coins
two cent coins, five cent coins in large heaps from $50
old ship wrecks, ships in bottles or else flasks.
Fran - Now, copper, nickel are on a twelve month high,
I've read. They're on the up and up, I think.
Junior - What is your name, If I may boldly ask?
Fran - You may not. I'm the ringleader tomboy.
Magi - Let me guess now, each cocaine shipment you
do you call your last. Greed is not your thing.
Fran - I'm close to whore, I've thought about it.
Magi - And people tip their hats to you and smirk
shoplifters. It's so, so sick, a bad dream. $60
Fran - But it's an all or nothing kind of world.
Magi - Orb will lead our way as he is wont to.
Do you like our hedge maze? I drew and built
it myself. It seeds clouds, provides ongoing
light breeze and ozone, pathway under our
feet is waste uranium laminated
and neutralised by phosphate which has
passed through the innards of bacteria.
Fran - I'll like this place when you show me how
to sieve out the gold dust of the oceans and ruin $70
billionaires round the industrialised world.
Magi - To paraphrase Albinio, there's money in
bacteria frass of every colour and shade,
[Exeunt. End of Act Two Scene One.]
a study toward sonnet #1,107 by FisherKingKQJ
They're funnelling me into feeling things
About my squeeze, bid me be engrossed,
I play the family and friend great toast,
Though I should write him off as fling of flings.
Him everyone loves, his praises sings,
Describes us matched so well by heaven's host-
I sacrifice broad feelings with my boast
Of selective cool times, to which he clings.
So, when I wake up to him each morning
I feel plain lonely, lurch on my inside,
I pitch house rule proper, hide my yawning,
Since lying with him awake I've also lied.
Moving midst two billion other faces,
Is the One for him - how to trade places?
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 faces
o $10,000,000 miens
o $10,000,000 visages
[Autoucbe3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
They're funnelling me into feeling things
About my squeeze, bid me be engrossed,
I play the family and friend great toast,
Though I should write him off as fling of flings.
Him everyone loves, his praises sings,
Describes us matched so well by heaven's host-
I sacrifice broad feelings with my boast
Of selective cool times, to which he clings.
So, when I wake up to him each morning
I feel plain lonely, lurch on my inside,
I pitch house rule proper, hide my yawning,
Since lying with him awake I've also lied.
Moving midst two billion other faces,
Is the One for him - how to trade places?
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 faces
o $10,000,000 miens
o $10,000,000 visages
[Autoucbe3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Sunday, July 09, 2006
[First draught of the Holo Magi]
Act 1 Scene 1
Francesca - You're crazy to run the speedboat at the
waterspouts. This isn't pachinko.
Bernardo - It's simple as an antique phone set dial.
Ten waterspouts rolling back and forth
around the island. We can catch a gap
going at them quickly at a tangent.
Eduardo - We should dump the hashish. I'm not
sure we've beaten the water police.
Francesca - We'd be all over the place without the
ballast. Forty kilos of pure snow. $10
Eduardo - I can scarcely hear you. The roar of the
waterspouts up close is deafening. What?
Bernardo - And yet, out of phase, they're silent.
Scene 2
Francesca - Crashing into the kelp bed has left hardly
a scratch on the paint of the bow. The V-plant
is still purring, we'll be all right, here.
Bernardo The docks seem to be a sea farm and those
fireballs sentinels or artisans. No humans.
Eduardo. The hedge maze is a waste of time, too.
Whoever the boss is, he'll come round to $20
a straightforward cash crop, no questions.
Francesca - We'd better split up to improve
our chances. You and you go that way.
Scene 3
Junior - Now might be a good time to tell
me who I am, though I can guess as much,
as I've grown into my new uniform.
Magi - You are my clone, closer than a flatworm.
You eat better than I did - it's only reasonable that
you might develop earlier and grow taller.
Junior - I guessed as much as my hair grew shades darker, $30
and laughlines cut into my cheeks.
Orb - As the Holo Magi released me from a lightning
struck block of gum at the roots of a cypress tree
when you'd gone six times round the sun.
Please accept it as the smallest thanks.
Junior - What is this sooty figure you float
me as a pendant? I'm not sure that I want it.
Orb - It is purely random voodoo. The Magi's
horseshoe magnets released a talisman
man shaped coal nugget by product to hang $40
round your neck as a good luck charm.
Magi - It is the carbon copy and proof of delivery. As my
powers have strengthened and deepened, I've gone
from minor to major wizard. We cannot return, however,
to the lives that were snatched away from us. The
insurance company has paid out on the fraudulent
claim. We're the living dead and must build our
empire elsewhere, on a different tectonic plate.
Junior - Albinio will say he's beaten us.
Magi - We cannot be slaves to a natural born slave. But $50
he saved our lives, gave us mouth to mouth, as we lay
blue and quivering on the pebble beach.
D. You say we. But I say I. We can be slow to react
or ask him to repeat in his hour of need. Sometimes
I'm obsessed with him, sometimes I don't think
of him at all. Who does he think he is?
E. He was breech born with water on the brain.
These things run in families. His mother died in
the act. He is the last in line of cannibals who slowly
go insane with a touch of prionism. $60
Junior - When he licks my feet, I know he wants to
backbite me, I know him better than he knows
himself. He's easily read, obvious from afar.
Magi - Inbreeding has made him even crazier than by
personal inclination. His grandparents were
chequered black and white with vitiligo, outcast
from their tribe, rarefied their defect into
albinism within the next generation. There's
less to Albinio than meets the eyes and three toes
on each foot, in bowslip knot sandals. $70
Junior - Let's play out the virtual story even
though it's rather sad as home movies go,
I love to watch it over and over.
And you've told me so much of Cartegna
that I lap it up and make it my own
and can retell it myself as if I lived there.
The old town flush with the ocean to
the west, nearly cut off from the mainland
to the east, the wonderful dividing relic
the channel Cano de San Anastasio, $80
teeming with mestizos and mulattos,
and afrocolombians by the dozen.
Magi - How I miss it for you sake!
The La Matuna, l shaped and blocked out.
Junior - How I, or you, would eat
seafood and quaff tintincos in cantinas
in El Centro, listening to vallenatos, paseos
and rumbas in the background with
street moneychangers and crooked
boat captains haggling in the foreground. $90
In November we would take in the
Reinado Nacional de Belleza
by chic seaside resorts, nibble panela,
inhale the sweet coconut and peanuts,
hawked by the steet vendors, walk down
the narrow streets of the walled city
and chat about the weather with afro
vendors of sandbuckets, sunglasses
and pastel multicoloured inflatables.
Magi - Away from the troubles of Colombia, $100
I can see them now with wares on
shoulder straps, in open shirts, long shorts
and leather sandals, smiling, enticing.
And then the big green and yellow bus
to take us away to the 23 Vaults of
of Bovedas, prison-cum-arts and crafts stalls.
Junior - As if we never really left, Magi.
Magi - The first knowledge was hard to
come by, but the rest has snowballed and
up till now I've only been able to engage
in one project at a time. It is with the
strange dumping of old books and old coins
by unknown ships in the early hours of
the morning that I came across the books
by Plato that I loved so dearly and knew
by heart in the Greek - but I also came
across the ancient Hindu epic Mahabatra
which described a prehistoric atomic
war which accelerated the melting of
the glacial poles during the Third Ice Age,
flooding the earth.
Junior - The people of the Moon were
routed, but with massive collateral
casualties on Earth, their oceans boiled
off, their atmosphere and soil blown off.
The flood left just our little island-mountain
peeping out of the sea from a submerged
Atlantis continent.
Magi - All that is now left of Atlantis is a
few feeble atomic power plants deep under
the sand and sea weed. But from which,
I've learnt so much. In the early days,
Albinio and I got along, we'd quarry blocks
of basalt and tufa, transport them suspended
under hydrogen balloons, guiding them
with scarce a touch of the fingerpad.
Junior - Can we see again the virtual story
of the shipwreck?
Magi - Display, exhibit, show, the Governor
and his yes men.
[They watch through a large two way mirror,
a feint light from the show lighting up their
faces in the shadow.]
Hard on others, cheap with themselves,
they hired a rust bucket to transport
them across the Bermuda Triangle, so
as to pocket the difference in secret
Bahama bank accounts. By accident, they
crossed the bottomless hole pinpointed
off Sr Augustine, an oceanic sinkhole
of limitless depth, where the ocean surface
dips suddenly as a dimple two hunded
and fifty feet deep, where masive forces
of gravity and magnetism overlap.
-Stay out of the wheelhouse! It's a
fine, sunny day, enjoy it up on the
monkey island.
Governor Marco - I know there's something
wrong, our ears popped, we lurched
downward...and know this crackling
and purring fireballs.
-The gyro compass has conked out,
the binnacle compass is dancing a jig
in its bowl.
Governor Marco - Give me, give me
the wheel! I'm the governor!
- You don't know the first thing about
sailing a boat. Mayday!
Governor Marco - See it's all settled,
we're level, the fireballs haven't
electrocuted anyone, they're going.
This old roll on roll off ferry is going
to be just fine. I went through the
Panama registration with a magnifying
glass.
Captain -We're in some sort of natural,
throbbing degausser.
Governor Marco - The air is going green,
don't panic, there's a simple
explanation. Captain, you're going
invisible. Appearing again.
Captain - Is that our first mate that we
feel between us. I'll have no whistling
on my ship, governor, no self imposed
curse.
- The damage is done, a retraction cannot
change things, then. You try household
gods or imps and make do.
- Baton the hatches, my boys. Hard on hard.
Doublecheck, triple check the seacocks
that we don't scuttle. Roger the coastguard
an a-ok false alarm.
- What's everyone doing up here. He should
be in the boiler.
- I've got the intercom, Governor. Don't
panic. Go back up in the monkey island
or better still crow's nest and enjoy the
fine weather.
- Can you not hear him crackling and
cackling into the intercom. You're messing
things up here. The most that can happen
to you in the crow's nest is sunstroke.
Else go play quoits on the poopdeck.
You're reactivating the fair, cloudless,
windles weather.
Toshiro - Don't dismiss us so quickly.
First Mate - I'd call on Neptune to shut
you up if I believed in him.
Toshiro - We're a long way from
Bogota or Medellin, for now. Don't
play the lawyer with me in a crisis,
outside the fishing zone.
First Mate - If I'm pushed, I'll stick up
for my pals; so I beg you not to put me
in that position against my sunny
disposition. If you can do better than me,
I say to you, Aye-aye and salute you
the better mariner by genetic trait.
Otherwise, thank Neptune's silent
statue, you're not among pirates, smugglers
or double agents. Sod off, then, to use
a polite euphemism.
Toshiro - This First Mate disturbs me now
more than a little, he's wearing plimsolls,
and yet the canvas uppers are wet in fog.
He's deeply tanned, and yet olive
complexioned. He's dry sweat under his
arms. Judas lasso this all at sea gaucho
for the love of the black Christ of Warsaw.
[Exeunt.]
[First mate leaning out the door.]
First Mate - Landlubbers, up in the
crow's nest. Thank the black Christ of
Warsaw that my voice doesn't carry
better.
[Re-enter, the Governor and his yes-men.]
Can't you take a heavy hint in mock italics?
Do you want us to keel over and die in a
pretty sunset? Think you've been sucking
on a lead sinker?
-Gonorrhea on your voice chords, you black,
tasteless waffle plate moulded, reheated
sea dog.
- If you can do better, you can have my week's
wage.
-We've got all the world to live for, you
mustard rid, undercooked sea dog.
- Crabsticks! I'd put the very last life bouy
round your shoulders, even if this rustbucket
came right as an insurance scam. I'd
do it in drydock to show no hard feelings.
Repaint and reflag the menopausal old
SS Biddy, myself.
First Mate - Hard over, hard over to lee!
Pull the dip to starboard! Reverse the left
engine to spin her!
[Enter, Sailors, shirts off, singing a
Phonoecian Galley sea shanty, sweating
and soaked.]
Sailors - Man overboard! Man overboard!
Taken by the brine!
[Exeunt.]
First Mate - Me.
---------------------------------------
Albinio - He took me out there,
around Bimini, in his first submarine,
around Cat Cays, Andros, Caicos,
Exuma. We scooted silently and
steadily round topless pyramids, causeways,
cyclopean walls, tiled stone floors,
underwater roads, carved pillars,
stone piers, viaducts, concentric circles.
Francesca - The area is famous for
sudden disappearances.
Albinio - Wrecks in sandwiched heaps
of boats on planes on boats.
Boatplanes, yawls, steamships, barks,
clippers, freighters, Liberty ships,
a B-25 aircraft, five TBM Avenger torpedo
bombers, an unmarked DC-3, skiffs,
oceangoing speedboats, cabincruisers, all
of which I was able to recognise from
my collection of yellow war comic books.
But we could not find the Flying Dutchman
nor its scurvy, wreckless crew.
-------------------------------------------
[Here, re enactment of shipwreck of
neanderthals.]
[Enter Fran, waving an uzi with a silencer on the muzzle
in one hand, a light stick in the other.]
Orb - O, sand and stones, lime of the crushed cockle shell,
Do mould me new bones in the spume and swell.
[Orb dances as if St Elmo's fire on the hedge wall
of the maze far above.]
Fran -This music, I hear it and do not hear it, phased in, $110
phased out, more like a blueprint than a scoresheet.
I'm sure it maps a chair or a vase for the ears.
Might break up kidney stone or hem in a tumour.
Orb - My dear old uncle's brother's son
Stands at the bottom of the sea
A hobbled statuette so hard done
Pot on his head his cup of tea
Air hose much like a tea bag string
His lead belt down around his feet
He bends with flow of carp and ling $120
A seagrass scarecrow on a beat.
Holo Magi - I could put you in handcuffs - you'd roam
the maze as you like till you die of hunger. But I
have no feelings down below, you can't crowd me
out.
Orb - You'll be my friend when I can read
your disturbed mind, and not an aeon sooner.
[end of first draught for Act 1.]
Act 1 Scene 1
Francesca - You're crazy to run the speedboat at the
waterspouts. This isn't pachinko.
Bernardo - It's simple as an antique phone set dial.
Ten waterspouts rolling back and forth
around the island. We can catch a gap
going at them quickly at a tangent.
Eduardo - We should dump the hashish. I'm not
sure we've beaten the water police.
Francesca - We'd be all over the place without the
ballast. Forty kilos of pure snow. $10
Eduardo - I can scarcely hear you. The roar of the
waterspouts up close is deafening. What?
Bernardo - And yet, out of phase, they're silent.
Scene 2
Francesca - Crashing into the kelp bed has left hardly
a scratch on the paint of the bow. The V-plant
is still purring, we'll be all right, here.
Bernardo The docks seem to be a sea farm and those
fireballs sentinels or artisans. No humans.
Eduardo. The hedge maze is a waste of time, too.
Whoever the boss is, he'll come round to $20
a straightforward cash crop, no questions.
Francesca - We'd better split up to improve
our chances. You and you go that way.
Scene 3
Junior - Now might be a good time to tell
me who I am, though I can guess as much,
as I've grown into my new uniform.
Magi - You are my clone, closer than a flatworm.
You eat better than I did - it's only reasonable that
you might develop earlier and grow taller.
Junior - I guessed as much as my hair grew shades darker, $30
and laughlines cut into my cheeks.
Orb - As the Holo Magi released me from a lightning
struck block of gum at the roots of a cypress tree
when you'd gone six times round the sun.
Please accept it as the smallest thanks.
Junior - What is this sooty figure you float
me as a pendant? I'm not sure that I want it.
Orb - It is purely random voodoo. The Magi's
horseshoe magnets released a talisman
man shaped coal nugget by product to hang $40
round your neck as a good luck charm.
Magi - It is the carbon copy and proof of delivery. As my
powers have strengthened and deepened, I've gone
from minor to major wizard. We cannot return, however,
to the lives that were snatched away from us. The
insurance company has paid out on the fraudulent
claim. We're the living dead and must build our
empire elsewhere, on a different tectonic plate.
Junior - Albinio will say he's beaten us.
Magi - We cannot be slaves to a natural born slave. But $50
he saved our lives, gave us mouth to mouth, as we lay
blue and quivering on the pebble beach.
D. You say we. But I say I. We can be slow to react
or ask him to repeat in his hour of need. Sometimes
I'm obsessed with him, sometimes I don't think
of him at all. Who does he think he is?
E. He was breech born with water on the brain.
These things run in families. His mother died in
the act. He is the last in line of cannibals who slowly
go insane with a touch of prionism. $60
Junior - When he licks my feet, I know he wants to
backbite me, I know him better than he knows
himself. He's easily read, obvious from afar.
Magi - Inbreeding has made him even crazier than by
personal inclination. His grandparents were
chequered black and white with vitiligo, outcast
from their tribe, rarefied their defect into
albinism within the next generation. There's
less to Albinio than meets the eyes and three toes
on each foot, in bowslip knot sandals. $70
Junior - Let's play out the virtual story even
though it's rather sad as home movies go,
I love to watch it over and over.
And you've told me so much of Cartegna
that I lap it up and make it my own
and can retell it myself as if I lived there.
The old town flush with the ocean to
the west, nearly cut off from the mainland
to the east, the wonderful dividing relic
the channel Cano de San Anastasio, $80
teeming with mestizos and mulattos,
and afrocolombians by the dozen.
Magi - How I miss it for you sake!
The La Matuna, l shaped and blocked out.
Junior - How I, or you, would eat
seafood and quaff tintincos in cantinas
in El Centro, listening to vallenatos, paseos
and rumbas in the background with
street moneychangers and crooked
boat captains haggling in the foreground. $90
In November we would take in the
Reinado Nacional de Belleza
by chic seaside resorts, nibble panela,
inhale the sweet coconut and peanuts,
hawked by the steet vendors, walk down
the narrow streets of the walled city
and chat about the weather with afro
vendors of sandbuckets, sunglasses
and pastel multicoloured inflatables.
Magi - Away from the troubles of Colombia, $100
I can see them now with wares on
shoulder straps, in open shirts, long shorts
and leather sandals, smiling, enticing.
And then the big green and yellow bus
to take us away to the 23 Vaults of
of Bovedas, prison-cum-arts and crafts stalls.
Junior - As if we never really left, Magi.
Magi - The first knowledge was hard to
come by, but the rest has snowballed and
up till now I've only been able to engage
in one project at a time. It is with the
strange dumping of old books and old coins
by unknown ships in the early hours of
the morning that I came across the books
by Plato that I loved so dearly and knew
by heart in the Greek - but I also came
across the ancient Hindu epic Mahabatra
which described a prehistoric atomic
war which accelerated the melting of
the glacial poles during the Third Ice Age,
flooding the earth.
Junior - The people of the Moon were
routed, but with massive collateral
casualties on Earth, their oceans boiled
off, their atmosphere and soil blown off.
The flood left just our little island-mountain
peeping out of the sea from a submerged
Atlantis continent.
Magi - All that is now left of Atlantis is a
few feeble atomic power plants deep under
the sand and sea weed. But from which,
I've learnt so much. In the early days,
Albinio and I got along, we'd quarry blocks
of basalt and tufa, transport them suspended
under hydrogen balloons, guiding them
with scarce a touch of the fingerpad.
Junior - Can we see again the virtual story
of the shipwreck?
Magi - Display, exhibit, show, the Governor
and his yes men.
[They watch through a large two way mirror,
a feint light from the show lighting up their
faces in the shadow.]
Hard on others, cheap with themselves,
they hired a rust bucket to transport
them across the Bermuda Triangle, so
as to pocket the difference in secret
Bahama bank accounts. By accident, they
crossed the bottomless hole pinpointed
off Sr Augustine, an oceanic sinkhole
of limitless depth, where the ocean surface
dips suddenly as a dimple two hunded
and fifty feet deep, where masive forces
of gravity and magnetism overlap.
-Stay out of the wheelhouse! It's a
fine, sunny day, enjoy it up on the
monkey island.
Governor Marco - I know there's something
wrong, our ears popped, we lurched
downward...and know this crackling
and purring fireballs.
-The gyro compass has conked out,
the binnacle compass is dancing a jig
in its bowl.
Governor Marco - Give me, give me
the wheel! I'm the governor!
- You don't know the first thing about
sailing a boat. Mayday!
Governor Marco - See it's all settled,
we're level, the fireballs haven't
electrocuted anyone, they're going.
This old roll on roll off ferry is going
to be just fine. I went through the
Panama registration with a magnifying
glass.
Captain -We're in some sort of natural,
throbbing degausser.
Governor Marco - The air is going green,
don't panic, there's a simple
explanation. Captain, you're going
invisible. Appearing again.
Captain - Is that our first mate that we
feel between us. I'll have no whistling
on my ship, governor, no self imposed
curse.
- The damage is done, a retraction cannot
change things, then. You try household
gods or imps and make do.
- Baton the hatches, my boys. Hard on hard.
Doublecheck, triple check the seacocks
that we don't scuttle. Roger the coastguard
an a-ok false alarm.
- What's everyone doing up here. He should
be in the boiler.
- I've got the intercom, Governor. Don't
panic. Go back up in the monkey island
or better still crow's nest and enjoy the
fine weather.
- Can you not hear him crackling and
cackling into the intercom. You're messing
things up here. The most that can happen
to you in the crow's nest is sunstroke.
Else go play quoits on the poopdeck.
You're reactivating the fair, cloudless,
windles weather.
Toshiro - Don't dismiss us so quickly.
First Mate - I'd call on Neptune to shut
you up if I believed in him.
Toshiro - We're a long way from
Bogota or Medellin, for now. Don't
play the lawyer with me in a crisis,
outside the fishing zone.
First Mate - If I'm pushed, I'll stick up
for my pals; so I beg you not to put me
in that position against my sunny
disposition. If you can do better than me,
I say to you, Aye-aye and salute you
the better mariner by genetic trait.
Otherwise, thank Neptune's silent
statue, you're not among pirates, smugglers
or double agents. Sod off, then, to use
a polite euphemism.
Toshiro - This First Mate disturbs me now
more than a little, he's wearing plimsolls,
and yet the canvas uppers are wet in fog.
He's deeply tanned, and yet olive
complexioned. He's dry sweat under his
arms. Judas lasso this all at sea gaucho
for the love of the black Christ of Warsaw.
[Exeunt.]
[First mate leaning out the door.]
First Mate - Landlubbers, up in the
crow's nest. Thank the black Christ of
Warsaw that my voice doesn't carry
better.
[Re-enter, the Governor and his yes-men.]
Can't you take a heavy hint in mock italics?
Do you want us to keel over and die in a
pretty sunset? Think you've been sucking
on a lead sinker?
-Gonorrhea on your voice chords, you black,
tasteless waffle plate moulded, reheated
sea dog.
- If you can do better, you can have my week's
wage.
-We've got all the world to live for, you
mustard rid, undercooked sea dog.
- Crabsticks! I'd put the very last life bouy
round your shoulders, even if this rustbucket
came right as an insurance scam. I'd
do it in drydock to show no hard feelings.
Repaint and reflag the menopausal old
SS Biddy, myself.
First Mate - Hard over, hard over to lee!
Pull the dip to starboard! Reverse the left
engine to spin her!
[Enter, Sailors, shirts off, singing a
Phonoecian Galley sea shanty, sweating
and soaked.]
Sailors - Man overboard! Man overboard!
Taken by the brine!
[Exeunt.]
First Mate - Me.
---------------------------------------
Albinio - He took me out there,
around Bimini, in his first submarine,
around Cat Cays, Andros, Caicos,
Exuma. We scooted silently and
steadily round topless pyramids, causeways,
cyclopean walls, tiled stone floors,
underwater roads, carved pillars,
stone piers, viaducts, concentric circles.
Francesca - The area is famous for
sudden disappearances.
Albinio - Wrecks in sandwiched heaps
of boats on planes on boats.
Boatplanes, yawls, steamships, barks,
clippers, freighters, Liberty ships,
a B-25 aircraft, five TBM Avenger torpedo
bombers, an unmarked DC-3, skiffs,
oceangoing speedboats, cabincruisers, all
of which I was able to recognise from
my collection of yellow war comic books.
But we could not find the Flying Dutchman
nor its scurvy, wreckless crew.
-------------------------------------------
[Here, re enactment of shipwreck of
neanderthals.]
[Enter Fran, waving an uzi with a silencer on the muzzle
in one hand, a light stick in the other.]
Orb - O, sand and stones, lime of the crushed cockle shell,
Do mould me new bones in the spume and swell.
[Orb dances as if St Elmo's fire on the hedge wall
of the maze far above.]
Fran -This music, I hear it and do not hear it, phased in, $110
phased out, more like a blueprint than a scoresheet.
I'm sure it maps a chair or a vase for the ears.
Might break up kidney stone or hem in a tumour.
Orb - My dear old uncle's brother's son
Stands at the bottom of the sea
A hobbled statuette so hard done
Pot on his head his cup of tea
Air hose much like a tea bag string
His lead belt down around his feet
He bends with flow of carp and ling $120
A seagrass scarecrow on a beat.
Holo Magi - I could put you in handcuffs - you'd roam
the maze as you like till you die of hunger. But I
have no feelings down below, you can't crowd me
out.
Orb - You'll be my friend when I can read
your disturbed mind, and not an aeon sooner.
[end of first draught for Act 1.]
Saturday, July 08, 2006
a study toward sonnet #1,106 by FisherKingKQJ
You've witnessed for yourself her witching gaze,
Her smile bubbling up in her eyes blinking,
There a dozen butterflies sparks drinking,
The small curled lip that love unspeaking says.
Mine spring and autumn calm off season days,
Lavish storm clouds in her eyes temper linking,
My soul for her there goes bobbing if not sinking,
Her pupils dilate round her peevish glaze.
I've watched her feed toxic homing pigeons-
Groups flutter too close, Galapagos tame;
Myself flatter too close frugal smidgeons,
Gropes soft, sweet nothings in kind, one wild game.
Feather smooth clouds, backed up by no thunder,
Lightning sheets far, she breaks short of sunder.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 thunder
o $10,000,000 boom
o $10,000,000 cacaphony
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
You've witnessed for yourself her witching gaze,
Her smile bubbling up in her eyes blinking,
There a dozen butterflies sparks drinking,
The small curled lip that love unspeaking says.
Mine spring and autumn calm off season days,
Lavish storm clouds in her eyes temper linking,
My soul for her there goes bobbing if not sinking,
Her pupils dilate round her peevish glaze.
I've watched her feed toxic homing pigeons-
Groups flutter too close, Galapagos tame;
Myself flatter too close frugal smidgeons,
Gropes soft, sweet nothings in kind, one wild game.
Feather smooth clouds, backed up by no thunder,
Lightning sheets far, she breaks short of sunder.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 thunder
o $10,000,000 boom
o $10,000,000 cacaphony
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
a study toward sonnet #1,105 by FisherKingKQJ
I'm in two minds with this thought of killing,
I'll squash spiders with my eyes screwed shut,
An airmailed Times rolled up in my hand, but
Slow boiled lobster vinaigrette's gut filling.
Costa Smeralda is a place of my own willing,
O Paolo, nature's sick, dog eat cur eat mutt,
Read my masked eyes as mating lobsters strut
Blooming seagrass, jet pee from brows spilling.
Trolling schools of paranoid brown meagres
Site our spearguns, a scried seaplatter prawn
Down anenome's bloom self beleaguers,
Through livor mortis, paralysed, forlorn.
Look up, the ducking heads of herring gulls,
And dolphins on the wakes of bows or hulls.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 gulls
o $10,000,000 terns
o $10,000,000 kites
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
I'm in two minds with this thought of killing,
I'll squash spiders with my eyes screwed shut,
An airmailed Times rolled up in my hand, but
Slow boiled lobster vinaigrette's gut filling.
Costa Smeralda is a place of my own willing,
O Paolo, nature's sick, dog eat cur eat mutt,
Read my masked eyes as mating lobsters strut
Blooming seagrass, jet pee from brows spilling.
Trolling schools of paranoid brown meagres
Site our spearguns, a scried seaplatter prawn
Down anenome's bloom self beleaguers,
Through livor mortis, paralysed, forlorn.
Look up, the ducking heads of herring gulls,
And dolphins on the wakes of bows or hulls.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 gulls
o $10,000,000 terns
o $10,000,000 kites
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Monday, July 03, 2006
a study toward sonnet #1,104 by FisherKingKQJ
I didn't mind him meeting her now and then,
He played nought like a stalker or a pest
I feared but freak disaster should hard test
Our plumb new love, turn killer pathogen.
I loathed him limping into our small den,
Pursuing her line on our phone at behest,
We ought've been up front in our own nest,
I myself held nought back since way back when.
Far worse in person was her plaintive yelp
About, say, smallprint on her new used car-
As her mild mum or sister could best help-
Shove her bids for time, not another bar.
Aside, I told her not to touch or gawk,
How I'd watch her from now on like a hawk.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 gawk
o $10,000,000 ogle
o $10,000,000 stare
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
I didn't mind him meeting her now and then,
He played nought like a stalker or a pest
I feared but freak disaster should hard test
Our plumb new love, turn killer pathogen.
I loathed him limping into our small den,
Pursuing her line on our phone at behest,
We ought've been up front in our own nest,
I myself held nought back since way back when.
Far worse in person was her plaintive yelp
About, say, smallprint on her new used car-
As her mild mum or sister could best help-
Shove her bids for time, not another bar.
Aside, I told her not to touch or gawk,
How I'd watch her from now on like a hawk.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 gawk
o $10,000,000 ogle
o $10,000,000 stare
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Sunday, July 02, 2006
a study toward sonnet #1,103 by FisherKingKQJ
You're lovely red faced angry when you win
An argument, with victory won't stop,
Concept of me as foe refuse to drop,
At foe's surrender slam one gloating grin.
I'd weep - but I watch others taken in
By your exquisite beauty laid on top
Of gestures jocular, your flirty sop
To avid male desire to stroke your skin.
You won't take prisoners in your terse rout,
Whisper putdowns in slow, private foment,
In droves as half alone you seed first doubt,
You hint at some creature of no moment.
Now I see myself beaten your beachhead,
Thus either proteonome else genome dread.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 beachhead
o $10,000,000 tab
o $10,000,000 waystation
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
You're lovely red faced angry when you win
An argument, with victory won't stop,
Concept of me as foe refuse to drop,
At foe's surrender slam one gloating grin.
I'd weep - but I watch others taken in
By your exquisite beauty laid on top
Of gestures jocular, your flirty sop
To avid male desire to stroke your skin.
You won't take prisoners in your terse rout,
Whisper putdowns in slow, private foment,
In droves as half alone you seed first doubt,
You hint at some creature of no moment.
Now I see myself beaten your beachhead,
Thus either proteonome else genome dread.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 beachhead
o $10,000,000 tab
o $10,000,000 waystation
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Saturday, July 01, 2006
a study toward sonnet #1,102 by FisherKingKQJ
The break up had left my luck in a mess
For ages after, but I caught myself eyeing
All kinds of men one day, quite far off dying,
About my ex I couldn't now care less.
Especial mention of three babes who bless-
The playboy who thralls with two time white lying,
The homo friend who's laugh a minute crying,
The chirpy architect who'd never guess.
I speed dated hosts of hunky others,
But poor architect I should have clued in,
He craved quickly going past sisters brothers,
He took rote bad on his glass jaw or chin.
I didn't mean to lead him on as mates,
As I three d'd him in one eye, three fates.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 mates
o $10,000,000 friends
o $10,000,000 pals
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
The break up had left my luck in a mess
For ages after, but I caught myself eyeing
All kinds of men one day, quite far off dying,
About my ex I couldn't now care less.
Especial mention of three babes who bless-
The playboy who thralls with two time white lying,
The homo friend who's laugh a minute crying,
The chirpy architect who'd never guess.
I speed dated hosts of hunky others,
But poor architect I should have clued in,
He craved quickly going past sisters brothers,
He took rote bad on his glass jaw or chin.
I didn't mean to lead him on as mates,
As I three d'd him in one eye, three fates.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 mates
o $10,000,000 friends
o $10,000,000 pals
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
Dear Diary,
We'll be sticking to the three camera theory of 3d. Besides, it plays into my love of
remote controlled model aeroplanes. The three cameras hang from a bar under
three helium filled balloons and rotate round actors...as a scultptor's chisel
might rotate round a statue.
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
We'll be sticking to the three camera theory of 3d. Besides, it plays into my love of
remote controlled model aeroplanes. The three cameras hang from a bar under
three helium filled balloons and rotate round actors...as a scultptor's chisel
might rotate round a statue.
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
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