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    Hey, say
    Dot!
    What eye of mind do you see,
    Be it i, or I?
    ~ Moi

    “Some of it was up here ~ well
    North of the Arctic Circle ~ Gates of the Arctic
    Vicinity, in particular, of
    That I’m aware.”
    ~ Dot

    A circle, or a geo ~
    Graphy? Or perhaps, an aurora
    Borealis? Once, a long time ago,
    Alice said to me, secretly, in privacy,
    “V, have ever done the Nasty?”
    Puzzled, yes, I was,
    Understood
    Not
    What Alice meant. [Sometimes, yes,
    Alice can be mean, or rather,
    I should say,
    She’s mean to me!] So I replied,
    Tried
    To explain nicely,
    “Well, Alice,
    Once upon a time, yes,
    I did, I worked for Conde Nasty,
    To be precise,
    That would a glossy magazine, oft read
    By those who loiter glamorously
    On the mezzanine, sipping
    Their afternoon tea, glancing
    Around so passionately
    For idle conversation, or better yet, a bone
    To chew off the fat
    Of the land.
    ~ Moi

    “What glossy rag was that?”
    ~ Dot

    That was “Vanity Fair,”
    It was. Not the first edition, but
    The second revival, their attempted
    Revitalization.
    ~ Moi

    “And who, pray tell, may I ask
    Was then the Editor,
    The Chief of that vain-glory publication,
    That tract of a vanishing breed?”
    ~ Dot

    Well, to be sure, in all honestly,
    As you know, I always am, except of course
    When hurt feelings are at stake ~
    I’ll say, among the Trio
    The Triumvirate of Post ~ Mod ~
    Urn Vanitas Editorial Matrix Mavens,
    O, let’s stop to count. First, Mr.
    Richard Locke, my Columbia Graduate
    Writing teacher. Secondly, the celebrated Ms.,
    Oft scandalizing, Tina Brown.
    And the third-time round, Mr.
    H. Gray, who presently rules that rooster
    Boosting Fame Facility, with
    Facile infamous fanfare.

    “Ah, indeed, ‘Vanity Fair,’
    I’ve read that magazine, but only, please
    Carefully note, when visiting
    My dentist’s office. Never, I would buy,
    But when waiting so anxiously, to fix
    My teeth, yes, only then, I
    Succumb.”
    ~ Dot

    So well, I understand.
    Me, when visiting my psychiatrist,
    While waiting patiently,
    I peruse
    GQ.
    ~ Moi

    “I see. So, who,
    Your Vain Editor Domintrix?”
    ~ Dot

    O alas, I forgot to say ~
    Yes, Ms.
    Tina. And while there, all
    5 weeks, so soon, I resigned,
    The facts of checqued, but most,
    Of the time, I could not tell
    Fact from Fiction. And know ~
    Please, until this day, 30 days discounting
    What’s in store, not counting nasty
    Insinuations, still I do not know,
    Still I cannot reliably distinguish Fact
    From Fictional accounts. Although, true,
    I’ll confess, I’ll
    Admit, my newly acquired Fictionary
    Serves me well. Much more’s
    Swell now.
    ~ Moi

    “I don’t remember how,
    How much they charge, those psychiatrists.
    I did a day up there, but while I waited someone
    Floated by (faster, before than I’d ever seen)
    Or had substantial chance to witness
    On river crossings (slower, all the better to know
    Her when I see her!).”
    ~ Dot

    So true,
    Dot, I do so well
    Understand you. But may I ask,
    If you don’t mind, too terribly, when that
    You saw, someone drifting by, so effortlessly,
    What did you do, what did you feel?
    Did you dash away, or did you decide
    To stay? Or perhaps, thought, as I
    To myself thought one day, when seeing
    Thusly my Late Great Grande Uncle Felix
    Roughly spin by, not unlike
    A helix crystallizing.
    ~ Moi

    “O so very interesting. But alas, please
    Note,
    You failed to mention
    What is was you thought
    While there, while waiting patiently, while
    Visiting your psychiatrist, when there
    You saw your Uncle Felix
    Roughly.”
    ~ Dot

    “O so true, I forgot
    To tell you. No matter now, please
    Know it’s nothing personal, not at all,
    But now, the Hour! I gotta go, I gotta
    Pee. I gotta
    Go shower!
    ~ Moi

    “O well, so I’ll finish my thoughts regarding
    The book ‘Arctic Village,’ which was encased
    Loosely
    On Wiseman. In fact, some
    Of his hikes were on the up and up,
    So near one of my study areas.”
    ~ Dot

    O that’s nice.
    My area of study, I’ll say, before I go,
    Was in the Arctic Circle. Once, Jock Mok, Norway,
    I traveled to, straight up, straight north
    Along the Polar Bear Express, yes,
    I
    Rode the Third Rail. And all the while,
    I listened, now that you’ve reminded
    Me,
    Of Grieg...
    8gone8
    ~ Moi

    ~ Slippery
    Slope ~

    “The problem ~ I lack
    The competence to know,
    First, which theories can be safely discounted
    As bunk (my flakiness-detector,
    Yes, fairly sensitive,
    So any claim of a dietary/allergy ~
    Related "cure for ADHD," I know
    Enough to avoid ~ but
    Beyond
    That,
    Yes, I’m lost at sea).”
    ~ RBurke

    Beyond your bunk,
    You say, you're lost,
    You sailed, foregone your orgone zone,
    Gone way too far, too far out in the swirling sea?
    But first, before I tell you more,
    Or what's in store, please tell me, your bunk,
    Your bed role, have you made? If so,
    That's swell. Those waves, yes, crest
    And swell, and as Ms.
    Virginia Wolfe so aptly said, for the swimmer
    Among them, yes,
    Quite frightening,
    And scary, too! So point your compass
    North, where it's safe to see
    The aurora borealis ~ When lost
    Or flailing helpless at sea, your answer
    Is as simple as this:
    Seek your light
    Source, as well, your gravity, your center-
    Board keel. Inner light, your divine illumination
    Source, a sure spot of land to map your sails
    Toward, to frame your wayward
    Listing vessel back on course.
    So please note: adjust
    Your course
    As you must,
    Or consider, as well, how you'd rein
    Your galloping horse.
    Alas, yes,
    Both
    Require a puff of wind, an inspiration
    Breath before your exaltation, your breath
    Exhaled to billow, to puff your flagging
    Sails. So know! Map your journey
    But remember thus ~ Do not debunk
    Your bunk, your blankie
    Warm ~ Regard, your bed, your homestead.
    ~ Moi

    “And second,
    Which end of the process
    To start at -- eg not allergies --> not dietary sensitivities -->
    not X --> not Y -->,
    And thusly so
    Forth.”
    ~ RBurke

    Yes, you well describe
    The checkquered, blessed way.
    No fool, I see, your light, your arching
    Marching orders, your bale of hay
    Autographed so elegantly
    Packaged, your gift, your father's
    Inscribed your counselor's
    Write large.
    ~ Moi

    So dewly recognized, your reconnaissance
    Relies on your pretty blew eyes!
    But this I'll say ~
    Try Z,
    An axis perpendicular
    To both X and Y.
    Or just say ~
    [Hey!]

    So with that dewly said,
    Aptly noted,
    Let's stay today on task ~

    Regarding now your notable
    Exception, your question posed,
    I counsel well you this pearl
    Cultured from Sandy knowledge,
    That’s Mr.
    McClatchey, please see my afore ~
    Mentioned reference citations, footnotes, dewly
    Noted, too. So ~

    Let
    ‘s give this one more turn, another try,
    Another screw ~
    [Because, yes, Sandy knew, he read,
    He knew my words, he puffed
    And huffed my sailboat, too]

    Now Puff again ~ So respect
    Each foaming crest, each teeming
    ~ wave ~
    Will blow you closer home, will billow
    Your sail, and puff up your pillow,
    Your feathered Goose. Folly,
    Yes, my goose, her name.
    Once done, now understood,
    Set your sails, your cotton sheets, your
    Flannel duvet counterpane toward the wind,
    Your common goal,
    Your bedmate’s noted role ~
    Tackle each and every day, as a steeple course,
    A elegant Fox Hound Chase, which choose,
    You may, to illustrate
    On your pillow case.
    Now as for riding
    Your horse so elegantly ~ Let Mother Nature
    Nurture and adjust your Dressage Riding Lesson
    Curriculum course.
    If you surely see
    That, your wobbling course
    At sea will sail so effortlessly!
    You'll
    Deftly jump, leap weightlessly, your
    Grande jette ~ surpassing each barrier,
    Every obstacle that frustrates your chosen way,
    Your chosen hand for love. So know!
    Do not debunk your love, instead, embark
    Toward your lover's side, your
    Ethereal beloved one! And to make
    Double ~|Sure
    This gift I offer you
    ~Windex Au Naturalle~

    Banish, hear,
    Clouds that obscure your sea-bourne water ~
    Escaped view.
    But O know! Be sure
    To horse around,
    Be sure to play the clown, or say,
    Today, just spin around ~ O look!
    I
    Spot
    Elf,
    Fancy prancing Chinese
    Crested
    Ballet
    Dancing dog.
    So see? Your sails
    Adjust so marvelously,
    As you muster your courage, aspire high
    Toward your ever ~ most energized charged
    Double-A Divine Battery. Your bunk,
    Please, keep close your Velveteen Bunny,
    Too.
    But learn you must
    When and whom
    To trust. Too, you must yearn.
    ~ Moi

    “Therefore, thusly noted. But as
    For ADHD,
    Any advice for me,
    Say, how to set my rudder?”
    ~ RBurke

    Trust your mother,
    No other knows you first.
    Add your assets,
    Subtract your fear,
    And steer
    Your pleasant voyage,
    Sometimes with utter secrecy, keep safe
    Your keepsake, your lock's
    Key, your map, your Magik Territory ~
    Your New Found Land!
    So scrape
    Together your pennies,
    Nickels, all
    Your dimes, your fine rhymes!
    Count them up, thank your piggy
    Bank.
    Now, too, have your any Green
    Savings Stamps? And booklet to paste
    Them in?
    If not, go! Know! Back
    To the grocery store,
    And bring back all you need. Lots of licking you ~
    Will only do.
    So paste your stamps, press your luck
    Into your Green Stamp Trading books,
    And when you're done, a new croquet set
    We'll will trade them for, so valiantly,
    So historically planned for your
    Estate Esteem ~ Your Red Queen,
    Your beloved heart, already
    Told me so, so long
    Ago. So know! Go ~
    ~ Moi

    “Is there a reason
    You can't have him diagnosed
    By a physician??"

    None whatsoever, but alas,
    Be wise ~ Account
    As well, take measure this Holiday
    Season
    As well, your reason why?
    Is your doc
    A masqued and krazy Count or Countess
    Foole? One recently escaped from Transylvania? English
    Peas, What If? Does he recommend
    You feed your goldfish those garden green
    Legumes? If so, that's Bunk!
    So
    Know!
    If knowledge affirms, makes your squirm,
    So well, so much the better!
    So
    A cure klew
    Surely you may
    Acquire, if
    You inquire as to the color
    Of her clothing
    Worn. All black, or conversely, polka dot?
    Scrub clean green,
    Nature’s way,
    Your doctor's
    Motivation, inspect so carefully her tongue
    Depressor. Does she depress your spirits,
    Too? If so, nothing’s
    Safe unless your mother disinfects
    Your hand-held Morse Code telephone.
    Especially note,
    If you're a grrl
    At home
    All alone!
    So as for
    ~ The Diagnostic Code ~
    Just see: Version IV.
    Version V forthcoming soon.
    But as for diagnosing now your AD ~
    [Hi!]D,
    As well, to guide your rudder ~
    Properly,
    My counsel's as simple,
    As short as this:
    Ask your Mother.
    None other.
    ~ Moi
    _______
    Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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  2. Quoted message said:


    “What glossy rag was that?”
    ~ Dot

    Does anyone recall the VF-published author's name of the wonderful
    explication of Botticelli's Venus and Mars (ca. 1983-86)?

    --
    Stuart

  3. "Does anyone recall the VF-published author's
    name of the wonderful
    explication of Botticelli's Venus and Mars
    (ca. 1983-86)?"
    ~ Stuart

    O, I would be most grateful
    To know.

    _______
    Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
    <A
    HREF="http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo">http://journal
    s.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo</A>

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