What an accomplishment people. It staggers one’s imagination
The whole thinking of the “animal” labeled women’s collegiate basketball...
In the razzle dazzle of digital: data bases social networks Now you see it Now
you don’t.
The on line angels of the world into their mobile phones.....
“An opus magnifico Not anything like painting on the ceiling of Saint Basilico
Michaelangelo lying on his back, the brushes clenched in his mouth” (Irving
Stone’s opus)
Or for that matter “The education of Hyman Kaplan: the mentor bonding with
his immigrant students. The surrogate father moderating his scrappy son’s roles
into an integrated unit, humans redefining themselves for a new dimension... ..
the new world a coming has arrived. Gene Auriemma morphing as John
Wooden..
II
“To be at your absolute best when your best is absolutely needed” (Ucla’s coach
John Wooden on his Ucla 88 game winning syndrome ) To instill his will
and conquistador frame of mind from his “prime”...
An Indiana State All American to his “lids”.stuffing away any status seeking
connoisseurship on how a playground game evolved from James Naismith’s apple baskets.
Who among 20th 21st century coaches could lace up his sneakers?
Not that John Wooden is Cambridge’s Charles Darwin in disguise. He’s closer
to Harry Houdini Mandrake the Magician. His 99 years on the planet attest to
his transcendence in our galaxy and pop culture egg nog.
III
“One small step for women. A giant leap for mankind.”
Althou the Charlotte Bobcats franchise and MJ as their Chairman, the
feminine gig 6 decades earlier recalls Phil Spitalny and his all women
ensemble during World War 2, these UConn “instrumentalists” have an ESP
and karma inherited from their “mothers” .
These ladies let the 89 wins come to them. Since they integrate as one, their
aggressiveness unlike the tandem of Paul Silas and the “Oakman” at the
Bobcats, Long Beach’s Larry Brown at 70 resigning....,
“Off with their heads, my ladies, The hour is getting late ”ad libbed
their bench .
These “Trojan Women” are into their respectful roles ..
No need to prove any ego trip of an Oedipus...an adrenalin swish...a libido
rush They are not the Harlem Globetrotters nor a Rucker league of
show off slam dunkers...leaping off the boards... to Ed Pauley’s c(h)ords.
These are female fatales in the prime of their Miss Jean Brodie souls..
Wheeling and dealing their tattooed ragtimes into a divine presence.
No issue of “Bulls” “Bobcats” ”Celtics”“Knicks”
A Bonnie without a Clyde
Maya Moore on her Koby Bryant pogo stick drills it from the perimeter.
Bria Harvey makes the chest pass from Auriemma’s drills. The spontaneity
and rhyhm takes your breathe away, the “ family” into their groove....
Coach Aurriemma calibrating his vision unto their DNA learning curve
..the ticks on the clock winding down...teenagers yearn for role models....
the priceless “maturation” to add to their resumes.
Goethe’s mothers from Faust..
The “mailman” Karl Malone of the Utah Jazz posting the love letters
from their fans.
”Unbelievable”
IV
So the Huskies bought into coach’s vision..matriculating beyond Amelia Earhart
Babe Didirikson Zaharias Louise Rainer Ingrid Bergman Katherine Hepburn Greta Garbo
Helen Keller Susan B Anthony Eleanor Roosevelt Golda Mier Mother Teresa Marilyn Horne Joan Sutherland .Marie Curie
Emma Lazarus.’s..The New Collossus for the ages.
XL Center, Hartford, an ex Ucla “junky” from downtown&Yukon Philosopher,
Hartford campus..hunkered down by a blizzard,50 mph winds
When the Bard summed up his 37 some plays...
When the Bard summed up his 37 some plays...his reality at the Globe.. he
said something that came straight into our consciousness 4 centuries later in
what was once mind boggling promiscuity. Gays and lesbians no longer
shadow boxing in their reality scene ..a military engagement with 9/11's evil.
“Where are you “Captain Bligh” Clifton Webb Monty Wooley Rock Hudson?”
En garde! Victor Victoria
In consolidating the obstacles and convolutions to their growth and development....the
nostalgia of growing up....its spurious sleaziness.. a fine pretense to its mayhem and
maddening banalities.
Letting city slicker tongues&pitchmen come into their boudoirs vis a vi couch
potatos....losing their suede shoes tip toeing the surreptitious entry of strangers.
Like sitting ducks...on the Ocean Park Venice amusement park cubicles “.Try
your luck in our game of skill. You suckers..”
That all people peoples must know, even the Saints that they may fail in their
odyssey: that their quest may ultimately end in resignation and futility.
But as Sir Simon Rattle, the conductor of the Berlin Philharmonic after 5 years
conducting the orchestra (144 nationalities) alleges..Tchaikovsky’s eroticism...
“How I came to stop worrying and learned to love the Nutcracker”
In playing a top security prison, the prisoners on hearing Wagner’s Ring Cycle
knew more about the insidious betrayals, the specious manipulations. the lack
of trust, these outlaws beaten down by their interior argument ..rejected by
society knew more about “Tristan and Isolde” than the audience..
Many of those culture vultures once were goose stepping in the city that
condoned their Fuhrer shacking up with Eva Braun in his “Eagle’s nest”.
“Ich bin ein Berliner”
*Resonating the euphoria at JFK’s Brandenberg Gate, 1963,
Ny.City.12/ 21/10. Full Moon Lunar Eclipse Winter Solstice 3:17 a.m
said something that came straight into our consciousness 4 centuries later in
what was once mind boggling promiscuity. Gays and lesbians no longer
shadow boxing in their reality scene ..a military engagement with 9/11's evil.
“Where are you “Captain Bligh” Clifton Webb Monty Wooley Rock Hudson?”
En garde! Victor Victoria
II
In consolidating the obstacles and convolutions to their growth and development....the
nostalgia of growing up....its spurious sleaziness.. a fine pretense to its mayhem and
maddening banalities.
Letting city slicker tongues&pitchmen come into their boudoirs vis a vi couch
potatos....losing their suede shoes tip toeing the surreptitious entry of strangers.
Like sitting ducks...on the Ocean Park Venice amusement park cubicles “.Try
your luck in our game of skill. You suckers..”
That all people peoples must know, even the Saints that they may fail in their
odyssey: that their quest may ultimately end in resignation and futility.
But as Sir Simon Rattle, the conductor of the Berlin Philharmonic after 5 years
conducting the orchestra (144 nationalities) alleges..Tchaikovsky’s eroticism...
“How I came to stop worrying and learned to love the Nutcracker”
III
In playing a top security prison, the prisoners on hearing Wagner’s Ring Cycle
knew more about the insidious betrayals, the specious manipulations. the lack
of trust, these outlaws beaten down by their interior argument ..rejected by
society knew more about “Tristan and Isolde” than the audience..
Many of those culture vultures once were goose stepping in the city that
condoned their Fuhrer shacking up with Eva Braun in his “Eagle’s nest”.
“Ich bin ein Berliner”
*Resonating the euphoria at JFK’s Brandenberg Gate, 1963,
Ny.City.12/ 21/10. Full Moon Lunar Eclipse Winter Solstice 3:17 a.m
“To our someday” the life and times of the Kubrick supermarket delivery
“To our someday” the life and times of the Kubrick supermarket delivery
boy six decades ago.
Bartender wet nurse and good humor man under the Avenue J subway.
He tried to make us better.. Ko our mind boggling hangups like a “Champion”
II
His “Paths of Glory” and its motivations drove the same lanes with Fellini,
DeSica,Truffault Rosellini. But did he ever grab Samuel Grafton like he
did Kafka...
Ah that is the question, people peoples.
... III
But his “One eyed Jack” Brando flick into tinsel town was a setback, the two
geniuses never seeing eye to eye.. On the street though, the smart money boys
knew Stanley was Stanislofsky of the Moscow Art theatre in disguise .
“Space Odyssey” proved it, shot on MGM’s Borhamwood studio outside London...,
Who would have known that the former delivery boy would share the same
space with another “hacker” from Wingate.
Three on three biscuit give&goes , a block down from the Avenue J BMT
subway line, his delivery boy bicycle leaning against the market’s
front window...unchained..
IV
“Well .Major Fenton,” said the head honcho, guiding him into the gourmet
beanery “The Culver City money men say your “Mister Novak” high school
chronicle went ballistic on ABC tee vee. .
“Can you duplicate the feel good ? The chauffeured Jaguar is waiting on your
next burp.”
In the meantime Stanley was injecting “Hal”with his soul ..kaputing Alec
North’s score. Straus’s Thus spoke Zarathustra” overwhelming the galaxy
at Culver City...
V
( a flashback in our hour glass of vanquished Time)
Pumping his legs, the delivery boy triumphant at Wingate Field three man
weave, drove his wheels toward Park Slope, a block from the Pavilion movie
house, across from Prospect Park.
VI
His delivery..the Bryna apartments.....the cornerstone of a three floor apartment
house, down away from the Pavilion, a scene for many of Bryna’s son aka Kirk
Douglas... a Schraft waiter& wrestling maven from the college circuit.
A doubles player at the Beverly Hills tennis club.. 1949.
“Who’s there?” asked the actor in futuro, mot knowing that in futuro would
embrace his director .... ”Paths of Glory” “Spartacus”
“ Kubrick’s market.Your delivery boy from under the Avenue J subway.”
The kliegs of Ave J.The passing of director Blake Edwards at 88 of pneumonia..
Cleveland Indian pitcher Bobby Feller of leukemia at 92, his Iowan Field of
Dreams age 15.”.
December 16, 2010
boy six decades ago.
Bartender wet nurse and good humor man under the Avenue J subway.
He tried to make us better.. Ko our mind boggling hangups like a “Champion”
II
His “Paths of Glory” and its motivations drove the same lanes with Fellini,
DeSica,Truffault Rosellini. But did he ever grab Samuel Grafton like he
did Kafka...
Ah that is the question, people peoples.
... III
But his “One eyed Jack” Brando flick into tinsel town was a setback, the two
geniuses never seeing eye to eye.. On the street though, the smart money boys
knew Stanley was Stanislofsky of the Moscow Art theatre in disguise .
“Space Odyssey” proved it, shot on MGM’s Borhamwood studio outside London...,
Who would have known that the former delivery boy would share the same
space with another “hacker” from Wingate.
Three on three biscuit give&goes , a block down from the Avenue J BMT
subway line, his delivery boy bicycle leaning against the market’s
front window...unchained..
IV
“Well .Major Fenton,” said the head honcho, guiding him into the gourmet
beanery “The Culver City money men say your “Mister Novak” high school
chronicle went ballistic on ABC tee vee. .
“Can you duplicate the feel good ? The chauffeured Jaguar is waiting on your
next burp.”
In the meantime Stanley was injecting “Hal”with his soul ..kaputing Alec
North’s score. Straus’s Thus spoke Zarathustra” overwhelming the galaxy
at Culver City...
V
( a flashback in our hour glass of vanquished Time)
Pumping his legs, the delivery boy triumphant at Wingate Field three man
weave, drove his wheels toward Park Slope, a block from the Pavilion movie
house, across from Prospect Park.
VI
His delivery..the Bryna apartments.....the cornerstone of a three floor apartment
house, down away from the Pavilion, a scene for many of Bryna’s son aka Kirk
Douglas... a Schraft waiter& wrestling maven from the college circuit.
A doubles player at the Beverly Hills tennis club.. 1949.
“Who’s there?” asked the actor in futuro, mot knowing that in futuro would
embrace his director .... ”Paths of Glory” “Spartacus”
“ Kubrick’s market.Your delivery boy from under the Avenue J subway.”
The kliegs of Ave J.The passing of director Blake Edwards at 88 of pneumonia..
Cleveland Indian pitcher Bobby Feller of leukemia at 92, his Iowan Field of
Dreams age 15.”.
December 16, 2010
In a self induced trance the Dean of Sleepy Hollow
In a self induced trance the Dean of Sleepy Hollow, Rip Van Winkle,
shook off his 6 decades of manifest destiny... coming to grips with his
depression born consciousness, honed by cornering the market on sugar free
doctor peppers pepsis cokes root beers creams oranges and sasparellas .
”A ickle a pickle, people peoples”
II
Those WPA recipients cared not a whit about Meyer Lansky of East New York
distributing the bottles to a whisp of a kid...aptopos Huckleberry Finn, but an
“urchin” whose natural rhythm lent itself to shooting Michael Jordan baskets
from “downtown”in the public school 233 schoolyard ...adjacent East 92nd
Street Avenue B WPA brick two story basement homes.
“Mr.Lucky aka Meyer Lansky sold him the sodas for two cents a bottle, and
little Rip Van Winkle got a markup at a “ nickel a pickle”.
Long before “Come back little Sheba”, Shirley Booth on her karma at three in
the morning, declaring. “Mister Lancaster we just viewed the stills from
today’s set .I couldn’t resist waking you dahling....in all my years on stage and
screen. Cross my heart and hope to die
“The stars are in your constellation. It’s inevitable you’ll become a leading man
of star magnitude....so help me God”
III
Little did she kmow “From here to Eternity” was playing out But the Gods
of fortune would work their fate...the bonding stirred up would free the mirror
of their souls with audiences into a collective collaboration that transcends the
reality of their own empathy and themselves.
Jimmy Cagney lent his Freeacres NewJersey abode to the kid and his own
Shirley Booth momma..employed by Cagney’s booker (Black&Erlinger)
So amidst the flying squirrels and squawking blue jays the urchin began his
recovery from a 30 day coma of typhoid fever.... and his Uncle Phil’s blood
transfusion.
A cross country motel route 66 I thru the dust bowl in a ‘33 Plymouth.
The vast Culver City MGM studio on West Washington....
Venice California canals and the Loma apartments off the speedway.
The bathroom in the hall. The Venice Ocean Park fun filled stalls over the
lapping Pacific Ocean waves. ....the merry go round on the distant pier.
Santa Monica Wilshire Boulevard Westwood Village Ucla and Beverly Hills in the “Heaven is North Hamilton Drive on the way to Sleepy Hollow’s trance........
The Big Apple December 10 2010
shook off his 6 decades of manifest destiny... coming to grips with his
depression born consciousness, honed by cornering the market on sugar free
doctor peppers pepsis cokes root beers creams oranges and sasparellas .
”A ickle a pickle, people peoples”
II
Those WPA recipients cared not a whit about Meyer Lansky of East New York
distributing the bottles to a whisp of a kid...aptopos Huckleberry Finn, but an
“urchin” whose natural rhythm lent itself to shooting Michael Jordan baskets
from “downtown”in the public school 233 schoolyard ...adjacent East 92nd
Street Avenue B WPA brick two story basement homes.
“Mr.Lucky aka Meyer Lansky sold him the sodas for two cents a bottle, and
little Rip Van Winkle got a markup at a “ nickel a pickle”.
Long before “Come back little Sheba”, Shirley Booth on her karma at three in
the morning, declaring. “Mister Lancaster we just viewed the stills from
today’s set .I couldn’t resist waking you dahling....in all my years on stage and
screen. Cross my heart and hope to die
“The stars are in your constellation. It’s inevitable you’ll become a leading man
of star magnitude....so help me God”
III
Little did she kmow “From here to Eternity” was playing out But the Gods
of fortune would work their fate...the bonding stirred up would free the mirror
of their souls with audiences into a collective collaboration that transcends the
reality of their own empathy and themselves.
Jimmy Cagney lent his Freeacres NewJersey abode to the kid and his own
Shirley Booth momma..employed by Cagney’s booker (Black&Erlinger)
So amidst the flying squirrels and squawking blue jays the urchin began his
recovery from a 30 day coma of typhoid fever.... and his Uncle Phil’s blood
transfusion.
A cross country motel route 66 I thru the dust bowl in a ‘33 Plymouth.
The vast Culver City MGM studio on West Washington....
Venice California canals and the Loma apartments off the speedway.
The bathroom in the hall. The Venice Ocean Park fun filled stalls over the
lapping Pacific Ocean waves. ....the merry go round on the distant pier.
Santa Monica Wilshire Boulevard Westwood Village Ucla and Beverly Hills in the “Heaven is North Hamilton Drive on the way to Sleepy Hollow’s trance........
The Big Apple December 10 2010
If and when the current “don’t ask don’t tell”is
If and when the current “don’t ask don’t tell”is abandoned by our current lame duck Congress, our poll of fighting men in Afghanistan and around its landscape...on ground in the air...suggests matinee idols like Charles Boyer ....his Pepe Le Moko making love to sultry Hedy LaMarr in the Casbah........while his disciple “I taught him all he knows” Rock Hudson sensuously kindled a flame with Doris Day in Stanley Shapiro’s “Pillow talk”
“And why not. Their autographs on our hand grenades mine sweeping tanks would be
explosive. The coefficient of expansion. Sure alzheimers and schizophrenia is at the top of our front line menu.. Remember Kirk Douglas and Adolph Menjou in “ Paths of Glory”
II
“Would you mind serving in the trenches with the likes of aggressive gay and lesbian partners.?”
“Not at all,” said Studs Lonigan, the hero of James Farrell Chicago turn of the century novel. “Maybe their presence would contribute to our straight interior arguments.. Maybe not If the platoon’s thinking as one would be jeopardized...... As we measure their sacrifices in the calibration of our squad’s life...its soul searching identity.”
‘As long as they don’t alter our thrust. Change the environment’s delicate balance,” said Augie March, the hero of Saul Bellow’s “The world of Augie March”. .
Sexual orientation and its response could be a celebration of “art being human & color blind” against an enemy that blows up their own people peoples as weapons of mass destruction that got this voluntary army here in the first place.
Rosie O’Donnell Ellen Degeneres making their chops....
”Where are you, Red Ryder?” .
“We give up, man.woman gays lesbians homosexuals you name it.,” said the Taliban state of mind ” into Ben Ladin’s 9/11 ambush..waving the white flag of submission.
Unconditional surrender. .
With our mixed band of soldiers in the Afghan mountains, December 5, 2010.
“And why not. Their autographs on our hand grenades mine sweeping tanks would be
explosive. The coefficient of expansion. Sure alzheimers and schizophrenia is at the top of our front line menu.. Remember Kirk Douglas and Adolph Menjou in “ Paths of Glory”
II
“Would you mind serving in the trenches with the likes of aggressive gay and lesbian partners.?”
“Not at all,” said Studs Lonigan, the hero of James Farrell Chicago turn of the century novel. “Maybe their presence would contribute to our straight interior arguments.. Maybe not If the platoon’s thinking as one would be jeopardized...... As we measure their sacrifices in the calibration of our squad’s life...its soul searching identity.”
‘As long as they don’t alter our thrust. Change the environment’s delicate balance,” said Augie March, the hero of Saul Bellow’s “The world of Augie March”. .
Sexual orientation and its response could be a celebration of “art being human & color blind” against an enemy that blows up their own people peoples as weapons of mass destruction that got this voluntary army here in the first place.
Rosie O’Donnell Ellen Degeneres making their chops....
”Where are you, Red Ryder?” .
“We give up, man.woman gays lesbians homosexuals you name it.,” said the Taliban state of mind ” into Ben Ladin’s 9/11 ambush..waving the white flag of submission.
Unconditional surrender. .
With our mixed band of soldiers in the Afghan mountains, December 5, 2010.
Hearing from one of our spies in the auction loop about Bob Dylan spouting
Hearing from one of our spies in the auction loop about Bob Dylan spouting a page or two of his musical idiom and signature for two- three hundred thousand $ brings to mind the Viennese “strudel” when Ludwig von Beethoven turned to his nephew....
II
“Give me my pen, Scooter.....we must scratch the Emperor’s name from the Eroica ...delete him!”.
“But why uncle? He’s your hero.”
“He was, Scooter. We have nothing in common A pimp for Josephine. ..out for himself An imposter. He turned his back on mankind. ....his own glorified ego trip, A whoremonger, ”.”said the Bonn born human, sprawled out at his piano bar, his bedraggled persona disguising measures in staff and keys, his biological clock in synch with the metronome swinging on the mantle.
A swish of the pen Ludwig changed the course of the revolutionary’s quantum leap to Elba, Beethoven resuming his aggression into uncharted turf, transcending the territory Haydn and Mozart traveled.. approaching papa Bach’s biological consciousness God is watching over me and my 22 namesakes
“Gimme five Scooter. Is the black coffee ready? I may be losing my hearing but not my taste buds.”
“His Orchestral Suite number one , Scooter. To emulate him...ah that is the unspeakable my nephew.” he said, breathing his pounding Eroica on his scratched out seven letters Emperor extinct as Ally Oop’s dinosaur.
III
Scooter into his functionary role, punched the Weimar data base for the private number for the Duke’s alter ego.... Wolfgang Goethe. “
“ Sir, we have uncle Ludwig on your data base. The information highway.”
“Scoopy do, Ludwig...I’m with you, scratching out Bonaparte’s name from what I hear on the grapevine. A tyrant wearing the Emperor’s clothes. You’ll long be remembered by posterity for stripping him down.. Balls naked. you hear me?”
Beethoven fondled his hearing aid, dilly dallying the gadget into his ear drum . “He was a small cheese. A pasgoodnik,” said the composer.
“Hmmmm,” said Goethe thinking out loud.... “You on an acid trip?, Ludwig. You sound like your other worldly self.. He’s a con artist pretending he’s Robin Hood....playing out his inner needs, compensating for his lack of body mass .
The fifth grade kids teasing him. “Shorty Shorty” dissimulating the gulls like the Bard said in the “Merchant of Venice” Another Shylock not knowing when to say .“ Mercy! Save my soul.”
IV
“If it wasn’t for my fraulein Vulpius metamorphosing as my frau . Only a mistress can understand my psyche .. She earned it. Sister girl friend frau mother granny she plays all the roles. Keeps me true to my nature, eluding those Faustian demons. Pops hustling marks as a barrister in Frankfurt Ludwig .isn’t it all a fantasy?”
“My father was a “30 lashes with a wet noodle” drunken sadist. How I dreaded the
cat of nine tails,” said the composer, retrieving its wallop from his memory bank.
“Heaven is on the way to it.” both immortals grasping the moment,.kindred to each others soul.
The former German Austria Empire , December 1, 2010.
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