Quote-unQuote

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS...Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>I think therefore I am troubled = RENEE DESCARTES<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
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Saturday, April 5, 2014

An -Ism That Sure Is

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Impressionism
is an -ism
common as
winter snow.

All you need
is a rainy day:
just look out
the window.



But no how, no way
am I trying
to say

A  rainy day image
can compare with
Monet.

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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Dupicate Page Deleted

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Now it can be repeated:
the duplication of the "Diza" dialog
has been deleted

In the name of fact:
the original "Diza" is intact

I hope not to confuse
or make you mad or sad
 
But the two people talking are
the  daughter of Diza & her Dad

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Red Hat & Bling Bling

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Photo posted on March 13, 2013

Red hat & bling bling
ex-Pope makes the scene

Red hat & bling bling
this is Benedict 16

Image  conjured not 
from pure air

Read about it
in Vanity Fair 

Red hat & bling bling
Holy Father to thee
we sing






Saturno, Fedora’s Cousin


While Popes Leo XII, John XXIII, John XIII, and John Paul II have all 
worn this style of wide-brimmed hat—named for Saturn’s rings, popular 
in summer, and often constructed from beaver hair or straw—
no one looked quite as fly in the style as Benedict XVI. 
Here he is peacocking during a St. Peter’s Square audience.
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March 13, 2013 is the day Pope Francis replaced Pope Benedict.

The Vanity Fair writer is Julie Miller.

The photographer is Andreas Solaro.

The copyrighted poem, RED HAT & BLING BLING,
was written by Mr. CarPeo, a/k/a Paul Oliverio.

The hyperlink to the author of this page
is the other reason he hyper-celebrates
the Thirteenth day of March.  
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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Not The Oldest Man In The World

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If it were true that
Alfred Flechtheim
was still alive,
this would be
a much better 
world.










In fact, Alfred Flechthieim
died before World War II
officially began.

But he was immortalized by
Rudolph Belling's sculpture



Portrait of Alfred Flechtheim
(1927)









According to Wikipedia,

Flechtheim appeared in the art world 
shortly after 1900, with a collection 
of paintings by Vincent van Gogh and 
Paul Cézanne; French Avant garde 
early works of  Pablo Picasso, 
Georges Braque and  André Derain; 
paintings of Wassily Kandinsky...

Flechtheim opened his first gallery 
in Düsseldorf in 1913,followed by 
galleries in Berlin, Frankfurt, 
Cologne, and Vienna.






When Adolf Hitler decided something had to be done about DEGENERATE ART...

"Flechtheim was for the Nazi government, you can say, in art, public enemy No. 1,"
 said Ottfried Dascher of Dortmund, a retired professor of history
 from the University of Bochum.

In 1935, to avoid the wrath and theft of the Nazis, Mr. Flechtheim escaped
to England. Two years later, he died as a result of an accident involving
a rusty nail. He was fifty-nine years old.
















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The CarPeo Consortium

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If your 

April
 
is half

as good

as the

CarPeo

Consortium,

you are

so very

lucky.


photo by Mrs. ©arPeo
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A Rockwell Going For Big Rocks

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If you want The Kid...Just place a bid



















Norman Rockwell’s THE ROOKIE to be included 
in Christie’s May sale of American Art






 artdaily.org






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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

A Dawn Powelled Pulitzer Prize Winner

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Margo Jefferson receives her 1995 Pulitzer Prize
from Columbia UniversityPresident George Rupp.
She won the category of "Criticism."

Ms. Jefferson's award-winning essays appeared
in the New York Times.

In one of the esays, Margo had this to say about
Dawn Powell: Where have you been all our lives?




CHARACTERS 'LABORING TO MALADJUST'

Margo Jefferson  
October 19, 1994


So, we say to ourselves, another nearly forgotten writer exhumed, cleaned up, reissued and put on display with endorsements from Edmund Wilson, Diana Trilling and Gore Vidal. Then a friend says no, she's terrific, read her, and we do, and here it is, that infinitely distinguished thing, a dead writer so full of charm and derring-do that literature's canon makers should sit back, smile and say, Dawn Powell, where have you been all our lives?
"Dawn Powell at Her Best" is edited by Tim Page, the chief music critic for Newsday, who is writing her biography. It contains two novels, eight stories and a short, lovely piece about fleeing Ohio ("We were on a farm with a new stepmother who didn't know what to do with us so she put us outdoors after breakfast and locked all the doors") and going to New York to write and live as she wanted to. Born in 1897, she moved to New York in 1917 and stayed there until she died in 1965.

The entire Pulitzer Prize winning essay is here.

The next  Powell Page is there.  
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