Space Forum / Astronomy / November 2005

"What if dancing cheek to cheek, late ..."
~ Folly

"... we know we are seeing the reel."
~ David

"Born in my loft, dancer untamed."
~ Edwin Denby

"Movie within movie, unspools ...."
~ Fobby

"Be not late for Gold Fish School ~ !"
~ Mum

"What if, born aloft, dancer spins ~ *"
~ Suzanne

"What if, dancer spun, spun me, too ~ ?"
~ Thusly

"What if, dancer spun, too, spun you ~ ?"
~ Sir Cumference

~ * ~

"... mysteries of identity
And a strong dose of the uncanny

(what Freud called
The return of the repressed)

As long ~ buried secrets are brought
To light."
~ David Lehman,

[Enter Marc Noir,
Stage right ...

Offers Critical Commentary]

"'Opera Noir ~ Twisted Notes'
Exposes the existence of known living ghosts
In hiding, et al, lurking shamelessly
In The Drawing Room,
And elsewhere.

I called Anne Bernays.
She suggested an application of normal medicine,
Very well known, eg, any of the following
For such ails, ills, or malaise,

A Family
Pharmacopoeia ~

~ Margaux,
Appellation Controlee

~ Appalachian Spring,
See Martha Graham

~ Errand Into The Maze,
Ditto

~ Ring Sheriff Blair,
Spouse de Axelated Isomer

~ Contact Hill,
Spouse de Bill

~ Contact Roberta,
Spouse de Lucinda

~ Under NO circumstances,
Trust NYU Medical Center

~ Hire a Private Detective,
Yours Truly

~ Meanwhile, enjoy
Balanchine, consult Ms.
Moth Q. Wrangler, keep Twittering
Composing

~ * Opera Noir, Twisted
Notes * ~

& call back."
~ Marc Noir

~ * ~

"Born in my loft, dancer untamed."
~ Edwin Denby

"Shorn of my fur, my sweater, where ~ ?"
~ Leonardo

"Riffled feathers, Prancer puffs, huffs."
~ Puffin Prancer

"Born aloft, silver wings, flight ascends ~ !"
~ Twittering

"My lofty comfort craves Twittering."
~ Capsicum

"My name is Folly. I am a goose."
~ Folly

"Let's go through it one more time."
~ Terence

"'Folly is my name. A goose am I.'

How's that ~?"
~ Folly

"One more time."
~ Terence

"Folly, my name. A goose, I am."
~ Folly

"007.01"
~ Fobby

"Stylish, Noir, Perfect.
Adjust your Fedora, please."
~ Terrence

"Get Smart."
~ Fobby

[!snap!]

"GOt it.
Perfect film still."
~ Terence

"Hey, look, I was playing with my dolls
And I kind of got them all mixed up
And isn't it disgusting."
~ Cindy Sherman

~ * ~

~ * ~

"ORATION ~
An Oration of Feigned Matter,
Spoken by Folly
In her own Person ...

'AT WHAT RATE soever the world talks of me (for I am not ignorant
what ill report Folly has got, even among the most foolish), yet that I
am that she, that only she, whose deity recreates both gods and men,
even this is a sufficient argument, that I no sooner stepped up to
speak to this full assembly than all your faces put on a kind of new
and unwonted pleasantness.

...
But if you ask me why I appear before you in this strange dress, be
pleased to lend me your ears, and I'll tell you; not those ears, I
mean, you carry to church, but abroad with you, such as you are wont to
prick up to jugglers, fools, and buffoons, and such as our friend Midas
once gave to Pan.

For I am disposed awhile to play the sophist with you; not of their
sort who nowadays boozle young men's heads with certain empty notions
and curious trifles, yet teach them nothing but a more than womanish
obstinacy of scolding: but I'll imitate those ancients who, that they
might the better avoid that infamous appellation of sophi or wise,
chose rather to be called sophists.

Their business was to celebrate the praises of the gods and valiant
men. And the like encomium shall you hear from me, but neither of
Hercules nor Solon, but my own dear self, that is to say, Folly:

Nor do I esteem a rush that call it a foolish and insolent thing to
praise one's self. Be it as foolish as they would make it, so they
confess it proper: and what can be more than that Folly be her own
trumpet?'

And a right jolly strange dress
Sports that goose,
Too ~ !

My Very Dear Quaint Byrd.
Who charms

Your acquaintance,
So endearingly disarms ~

My most exalted pleasure,
My unadulterated treasure,

O Miss
Folly,

Won't you follow me home ~ ?"
~ Erasmus

"Folly ~ Beware,
If perchance The Brown Dan
En disguise, run for your life ~ !"
~ Twittering

http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/mod/1509erasmus-folly.html

"And if one day
You are likely to succumb to delusion ~

~ * The Type
That's Deadly * ~

Deadly Headley
Had a body, but had nobody.

Deadly Headley
Squirmed and wiggled
But woke up with a lobotomy.

Deadly Headley
Paid by the hour, but heard
Too regularly ~

Our time's up ~ !

Deadly Headley
Requested her medical records
But got a sh.t load of sloppy seconds.

Deadly Headley
Woke up all alone one day,
Heard a haunting far ~ off melody ...

Her head no longer knew the day,
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday,
Deadly Headley asked,
Or the day before yesterday ~ ?

Deadly Headley
Got left in perpetuity all alone,
Nobody else forever home.

Deadly Headley
No longer knew the day,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, or
The Island of The Day Before Yesterday ~ ?

Deadly Headley
Got left all alone,
Nobody else forever home,

Might as well roam,
Thought Deadly Headley,
See who else is loitering on the lawn.

Surely there must be a way
To survive another day ~

Surely there must be a way
To negotiate this rapidly
Descending all ~ encompassing vapid
Nightmare

Sapping all her blood,
Zapping all her livelihood.

Surely there must be others
Who live in this very strange neighborhood,
Where survival's liable to smother

All your days
In a hazy daze

Of one day after the next
No matter which ~

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, or
The Day After Yesterday,

Or is this, perhaps,
Questioned Deadly Headley,
After all, just a deadly quarantine

For the Newly Dead,
Perhaps a very odd deserted island ~ ?

*

"A deserted island,
Where none are smiling ~

No laws obeyed or barked out
Here. Just sharp ~ toothed jaws,
Yawning hunger,
Mind ripped asunder.

Welcome to
Manhattan Too,

AKA, Roosevelt Island
For The Tubercular, The Insane, The Forgotten,
The Perpetually Quarantined,

The Forgotten Island of Manhattan's Yesterday
Where a Beagle disembarks ~ !"
~ Eco

"A patient game, our ascent, for The Will
Be done, for
Our company joins, associates,
Not alone, but together,

Where a stair climbs

A wrought irony hand rail
Accompanies us to a sure landing point
Where the point our travails
And travels

Yields directions, confections,
A Forest Virgin blossoming
Far ~ branching knowledge,

Where the seed, line of a life, a path, a purpose
Lived comes to join,
Vines nurtured, to intertwine,
Where drawn line describes

The contact of form,
Where form contracts of point to line
To circle, to encircle golden geometry

Of the point not only encircled,
Inscribed, or described,

Scribbling, or
Quill's written Will

Or by The Architect of Reason
Blew Print

But by conjugal or conjugate path,
A Life's Grammar,
By footpath followed, a world encompassed
By body's life, by word, letter,
Book lived,

Where from conjoins, anoints ~
Completes The Sphere

Embodied Life of Thee ~ Of The Cardinal Points
Of the compass

In which the constructer's scale, level, astrolabe
Measure and survey ~ The Good Soul of The Star
A life, a living body,

Comprises, where the angle c
Of Repose constructed from Gravitas,

Where The Rule of Physics
Merits The Measure, The Treasure
Of The Gilded Golden Measure

Of the angel where the treasure stores
More than only the rhyme of thyme
But houses enduring structure of a dove,
That The Joined Hearts,
Of Love

Enshrine within the Four Chambers
Of The Heart's
Art

Of The Held House of Too, alive, inhabited,
Housed inside,
The Notebooks of Construction

Of ~ Affinchè of Thy Alphabet, where you lodge
The notebooks of construction
Of My Alphabet ...

Notebooks of Construction for Our Alphabet,
My alphabet that renders yours,
Both blocks and letters ~
Of dwelling,

Both living, a living library
And Letters of Splendor's Construction ,

Our Eternal Libraire."
~ Mum