What
am
I go-
ing to do
about my stubby
admirer? He keeps coming back.
– Anonymous, dates from ca. 800 A.D.
Translated from Sanskrit by L. Blumfeld. Goes to show that the ancient Indians, who were incidentally the ones that invented the so-called Arabic numerals, had already mastered the form of fibonacci poetry.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
The ballad of Art the Fart
When he was little
and in his pants did piddle,
Arthur the Fart,
as he was known,
could not quite tell
a dog from a bone.
In later years,
however,
he became
increasingly clever.
In rooms intended
for perambulation
he’d place what’s called
an installation:
cut-up and dried scats,
degenerated rats,
his grandpas’s shaver
and things even graver,
his and his lover’s
used underwear,
assorted bunches
of pubic and other hair,
plastic bottles emptied
of their content,
in short:
everything that lent
itself to presentation
became an installation.
Art-hungry hordes arrived,
illuminate critics applauded –
Art’s installations
were highly lauded.
Except one nasty soul
from way back when,
who used to play with the
installator in the pen
and then became
an unknown artist,
but counted himself
among the smartest,
to end the farce
swore that he would
make it go up in smoke,
and sure he could.
Henceforth, Art’s
every installation
turned into a pyre
for illustration.
Unperturbed in
his career,
Art said
that all was here
and now,
accepting fire
with a
bow:
Whoever
has a heart for art,
please bear with me –
Art the Fart.
– Leonard Blumfeld
Posted for Sunday Scribblings' Art.
and in his pants did piddle,
Arthur the Fart,
as he was known,
could not quite tell
a dog from a bone.
In later years,
however,
he became
increasingly clever.
In rooms intended
for perambulation
he’d place what’s called
an installation:
cut-up and dried scats,
degenerated rats,
his grandpas’s shaver
and things even graver,
his and his lover’s
used underwear,
assorted bunches
of pubic and other hair,
plastic bottles emptied
of their content,
in short:
everything that lent
itself to presentation
became an installation.
Art-hungry hordes arrived,
illuminate critics applauded –
Art’s installations
were highly lauded.
Except one nasty soul
from way back when,
who used to play with the
installator in the pen
and then became
an unknown artist,
but counted himself
among the smartest,
to end the farce
swore that he would
make it go up in smoke,
and sure he could.
Henceforth, Art’s
every installation
turned into a pyre
for illustration.
Unperturbed in
his career,
Art said
that all was here
and now,
accepting fire
with a
bow:
Whoever
has a heart for art,
please bear with me –
Art the Fart.
– Leonard Blumfeld
Posted for Sunday Scribblings' Art.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Pavian soup
The zuppa pavese I had tonight photographed & and then subjected to painful digital treatment for Inspire Me Thursday's Soup.Zuppa pavese is an Italian soup consisting of broth, a slice of toast in the broth and a fried egg sitting on top of the toast.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Love is in the air ...
says Astro Annie.
I'll take her word for it.
Even though I can't seem to detect it ... yet.
What's it smell like?
I know: like HER.
I'll take her word for it.
Even though I can't seem to detect it ... yet.
What's it smell like?
I know: like HER.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Enough
Still
naked
and pounding away,
getting colder,
listening to J.J. Cale.
– Len “Sunday Morning” Blumfeld (© 2009)
An impromptu poem derived from the last line of the diary just written. A Sunday morning ceremony in its own right for Totally Optional Prompts.
Eric Clapton and J.J. Cale performing J.J.'s Call Me the Breeze:
naked
and pounding away,
getting colder,
listening to J.J. Cale.
– Len “Sunday Morning” Blumfeld (© 2009)
An impromptu poem derived from the last line of the diary just written. A Sunday morning ceremony in its own right for Totally Optional Prompts.
Eric Clapton and J.J. Cale performing J.J.'s Call Me the Breeze:
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Mistle, epistle & toe
To the one I’ve been writing for
Where is that door with mistletoe?
I wouldn’t want to miss
carrying you across that threshold
with a kiss...
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2008)
Written for ‘Mistletoe’ at Inspire Me Thursday.
New Year’s Eve Cinquain
To A.B.*
May you
be happy with
the choices you make for
the year to come, no matter what
they are.
* whose choices most likely won’t include hers truly
My first attempt at a cinquain upon instigation by Totally Optional Prompts. The specialty of this one are a few run-on line endings. All in all, this might not be my dearest wish, but it’s wishing someone happiness by doing what she considers to be the right thing with any self-interest on my part removed. And that might not be the worst to wish for somebody.
– Len “On the Brink” Blumfeld (© 2008)
Definition of the form
A cinquain is a short, unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines.
(Definition by Linda Jacobs at Totally Optional Prompts)
Sunday, December 28, 2008
I believe ...
that a great many nasty things are coming to a head now*
... but this may also bring about much needed change.
* For example, individual and corporate greed, all-pervasive commercialism, bickering nationalism at the expense of the world's good, religious fanaticism, idiocy despite or because of the availability of information, crime and fraud on the Internet, to cite just a few.
– Len "Seer" Blumfeld
Posted for I believe ... at Sunday Scribblings.
... but this may also bring about much needed change.
* For example, individual and corporate greed, all-pervasive commercialism, bickering nationalism at the expense of the world's good, religious fanaticism, idiocy despite or because of the availability of information, crime and fraud on the Internet, to cite just a few.
– Len "Seer" Blumfeld
Posted for I believe ... at Sunday Scribblings.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Canjurian dancer
Canjurian dancer wearing traditional costumeInk and acrylic on photo paper,
digitally edited, 2008
Created for Inspire Me Thursday's Dress.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Antique gift
Antique gift of uncertain significanceAcrylic on cardboard, 2008
Posted for Inspire Me Thursday's Make a Gift.
I didn't have to make this gift - it was on my desk under a layer of papers and other "art", waiting to be discovered as a gift of uncertain significance and slightly revised.
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