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Tuesday, June 19, 2018

"The Bear and others..." Four Animals (Illustrated Images)

Top to bottom: 
Bear; Mandrill; Chimpanzee; Camel
Colored pencils on illustration board
12" x 12"

"Balk'd Dante Gabriel Rossetti: 'Actors all adored Arletty...'" Rossetti Libretti: A Constrained Nonsense Alphabet

  
Balk’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:

"Actors all adored Arletty. 

Buddha bomb'd. Banned’s Bouncing Betty.

Bumm'd? You bet!" 

                                      -- Rossetti 



Squawk’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:

"Calder color codes confetti.

Done to death's damn’d Donizetti.

Paid his debt..." 

                           -- Rossetti.



Blabb’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:

"Each ‘n’ ev'ry etching’s Eddie.

‘Frickin’ fruit,’ foam’d Ferlinghetti.

‘C'est ma fete!’” * 

                             -- Rossetti



      * It's my party -- I'll decry if I want to.


Gabb’d
Dante Gabriel Rossetti: 


"Getty's grabb’d my Giacometti. 

Hire some 'hound! hire Wainthropp, Hetty!

('T'swhat I get.)" 

                             -- Rossetti 


Ink’d
Dante Gabriel Rossetti:


"Imre couldn't swim. Instead, he 

found Bea’s dinghy by the jetty.*

Game and set!" 

                            -- Rossetti



     * Lilly line from film classic “On Approval” 


Wink’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:


"Singer Ketty, scribbler Letty,

thespi'n Freddie, pharaoh Seti:*

tetes-a-tetes!" 

                           -- Rossetti 



     * Lester, Cotton Pogrebin, Prinz, Jr. (sick!),

Menmaatre (sic) 


Mused Dante Gabriel Rossetti:


"Mis-matched: Mario Andretti's

mash notes (mese, trite, nete...)?*

Get the net!" 

                       -- Rossetti



     * Three pitch indicators from an antique

Greek musical system (as if you didn't know).



Schmoos’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:

"Op-eds? On one's Olivetti? 

Paints a pretty paltry -- petty! --

picture, pet..." 

                         -- Rossetti 



Reel’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:

"Quite the "ultimi quartetti"

Ax, Bell, Chang, Ma! Are you ready?"* 

(Flag'olet? 

                     ...Rossetti*) 



     * Emanuel on piano, Bell and Chang

on first and second violins, Ma on 'cello...

     * ...and Dante Gabriel himself sitting in

on fipple flute. 


Spiel’d
Dante Gabriel Rossetti:


" Saucers, stalled o'er Serengeti, 

seen by science sods from SETI,

pose no threat..." 

                              -- Rossetti 



Scrawl’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:

"Spermaceti-spiked spaghetti!

Spilt sour sauce all down my teddy...

...need laundrette..." 

                                    -- Rossetti. 


Drawl’d
Dante Gabriel Rossetti:


"After Uly'd up and 'e't, he'd 

vomit: veddy viral! Veddy! 

Phone the vet!" 

                           -- Rossetti 


Crack’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti: 


" Wraiths of a monastic Wetti* 

were, for sure, X-rated. Yet he

did not fret..." 

                         -- Rossetti 



     * Wetti's full story can be found

in the Wikipedia article "Visio Wettini."


Yak’d Dante Gabriel Rossetti:


"Yes, I've yearn’d to bag a Yeti 

eatin’ ziti (mispell'd 'zeti')."

(How all wet's

                            Rossetti...?!)

"Once the world was but fire or earth, water or air..." E Equals... or Physics Schmysics!

Once the world was but fire or earth, water or air.
'Twas when He was Head Honcho. Dissenters were rare.
Then a diff’rent reality Albert E. bared:
it seems e equals m times the speed of light squared.

Cast your mind back to Einstein, of mad-as-March hair.
To eschew Albert’s “view of the u”? Who dared dare?
Yet some did disagree: I, for one, bellowed, “Merde!
Are you kiddin’ me? Energy’s m times c squared”?

What else? Dark matter? Black holes? Quarks everywhichwhere?
Leapin’ leptons? Bad bosons? Far fruitier fare? 
My Old Testament cosmos can ne’er be repaired –
not when energy’s mass times the speed of light squared.

Other cosmoi in parallel? Damn’d if I care!
Does my clock slow the faster I go? C’est la guerre!
I’d prefer Al’d not shared. I’d much rather be spared
each new round that compounds “E be (zounds!) mc²”

"Adieu, au revoir, bat 'n' budgerigar..." Two-By-Two Toodle-oo! or See Ya! A Round

Adieu, au revoir, bat ‘n’ budgerigar. 
But don’t lease no compacts from Hearse Rend-A-Car. 

Bye-bye, bon voyage, fox ‘n’ folles sans la cage
Who arrives in a Rolls might depart in a Dodge.

Cha wil’awib, ciao, mink ‘n’ manatee cow. 
Take the A train to Haarlem. (Take our LEM? Nohow!)

Dwell “sweetly at home,” ray ‘n’ rath known as ‘mome.’ 
We know fellas who’ll sell y’as a sled. Get to know’m!

Egogahans, exeunt, dalmatian ‘n’ dachshund. 
Get gas as you pass The Hind Quarter in Dortmund.

Farvael, fare thee well. tit ‘n’ Thompson’s Gazelle. 
If you fail to go ‘way, then (we pray), “Go to hell!”

Gorusaedaek, godspeed, cat ‘n’ centipede. We’d 
rather loudly “ya-wo’d” ye. (What mo’ do yobs need?)

Hasta pronto, ha’uu, gila monster ‘n’ gnu.
Put to sea, mes amis! (Use our racing canoe.)

Ite, te! Missa est, roc ‘n’ robin red breast.
Rockin’ Robin’s your tour guide. Rob’s bromide? “Go west!” 

Je voudrais – oui! -- aller, boar ‘n’ Bichon Frise
“De-“ no “-tour” till we’re sure you’re both far, far away.

Kiss my kisser goodbye, toad ‘n’ tsetse fly. Hie
thyselves hence, b’yond yon fence till you’re where tongues speak Thai.

Lla yhennik und lebewohl, bee ‘n’ B. Oriole.
Gondolas? Coming. Start humming that barcarole.

Mangadem, miss you, too, salamander ‘n’ shrew.
Drive our Daewoo Lacetti. It’s ready: are you?

Ndaga and nighty-night, wombat ‘n’ white-tailed kite.
Your ship has sailed? Hail the mail stage; it’s dynamite!

Onward and ou’ward, cabrilla ‘n’ cowbird.
Please pick our jihrik’sha; it’s not under-powered.

Pothu barp,’ pax vobisc!, bison ‘n’ basilisk
Post haste! Our post chaise is free. (View this compact disc.)

Qaukpattauk, q’ipurkama, leipoa ‘n’ llama.
“Good day!” (We’ve a way with the inverted comma.)

Rononai, ‘rivederch, Pygmy Pig, Yellow Perch.
Run ‘n’ hide! We’re not snide: we’ll be [wink] sure to search.

So long, sayonara, canard, capybara.
They’ve barred your canard? Hire our Proton Tiara.

Ta-ta, tootle-oo, chimp ‘n’ cocka-…yeah: you!
We’ll start countin' to ten: an’ a one, an’ a two…

Up, up ‘n’ away, crow ‘n’ Canada Jay.
Climb aboard our used Ford...but we won't wait all day.

Vaarwel, viva vale, canary ‘n’ collie.
By bus? Aye, you mus.’ Pro hac vice, by golly.

Wog maho, you’re outta here, walrus ‘n’ white-tailed deer.
If you malinger? This finger! (Your souvenir.)

Xu! Xulap knewel, sifaka ‘n’ spoonbill.
Not worn out your welcome yet? Fret not: you soon will.

Yanta kar, yanna, yanna, pouch’d rat ‘n’ piranha.
Don’t sit! Instead, split! (Not banana. Manana!)

Zayt gesunt, ziech lu, kakapo, kangaroo.
Bonne journee! Go away! Catch ya later! Adieu!

(Two by two, toodle-oo!)

"Hex: some Pennsy-Dutch decor. Wiz: Oz oligarch of yore..." Seven Corpses (Exquisite-type): Constrained Nonsense

Corpse One: Hex/Wiz/Seat/Corpse

Hex: some Pennsy-Dutch décor. 
Wiz: Oz oligarch of yore.
Seat: soft spot when butts are sore.
Corpse: one damn cadaver. 

Corpse Two: Hecht's/Whiz/It/Corpse 

Hecht's: defunct department store.
Whiz: that ersatz cheese you pour.
It: part Bow,* part Addams lore.**
Corpse: yes, ma'am: cadaver.
     * Clara the It Girl  
     ** The Addams Family's cousin It. 

Corpse Three: Egg/Squeeze/"Sit!"/ Corpse

Egg: what comes before the chick. 
Squeeze: a baseball bunter's trick.
"Sit!": command to Spot or Vic.
Corpse: grand-slam: cadaver. 

Corpse Four: Aix/Quiz/Zit/Corpse

Aix: The Great Chas* knew it best.
Quiz: a small exam, a test.
Zit: no adolescent jest.
Corpse: press'd ham: cadaver.  
     * I.e., Charlemagne with reference 
to his palace complex at Aachen 

Corpse Five: Haig's/Swiss/Hit/Corpse 

Haig's: "This junk belongs to Al."
Swiss: not unlike Emmenthal.
Hit: ...but who would shoot a pal?
Corpse: lost lamb: cadaver.

Corpse Six: Aches/Oui!/Sid/Corpse 

Aches: first fruits of one's malaise.
Oui!: like 'si!' but en Francaise. 
Sid: from TV's golden days.*
Corpse: Vet (Nam) cadaver. 
     * Caesar (the comic not the emperor) 

Corpse Seven: X/Wheeze/Zed/Corpse 

X: Abu Kamil's* unknown.
Wheeze: how labor'd breathing's shown. 
Zed: initializes 'zone.'
Corpse: Go! Scram, cadaver!  
     * One Arabic algebr'ist

Losts & Founds: An ABC

     The Lost Ark Careless Hebrews lost the Ark  but Jones, a gentile, found it --  along with half a dozen nasty  Nazis runnin' 'ro...