From "Shades Among Shadows ...

"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

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"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

~ * ~

"......................................... Allo
Mum ~ ?

Rent ~ !

I love you, too.

Folly says
Hey, Too."
~ Twittering

~ * ~
Blog, I'll warrant ye, or dog? Who knows. Pass the grog!
But if ye see me lost pup, please bring that scurvy dog home!
I got Leon a brand-new bone, with a chest full a' booty.
_________________
http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo

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"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
[censored] 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 [censored] 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

~ * What
Twittering saw from her 16th floor window,
Dangling on her raveled cord ~

Mind ripped asunder ...

Welcome to
Manhattan Too,

AKA,
Roosevelt Island.

~ * The Roosevelt Island
Story * ~

"Roosevelt Island!
But the Indians called it "Long Island"

And the first Dutch owners knew it as
Hogs Island ~
Far off farm property in the middle of the East River.

The Blackwell family, taking possession of the island in 1676,
Held it for over 150 years, mined its quarries,
Farmed its fruit trees and during the post Revolutionary era
Built its now restored farmhouse,
Blackwell House.

In 1828, New York City purchased the Blackwell's Island for $32,500.
South of today's tram station
A vast penitentiary soon was erected.

The first of the innumerable city institutions
To sprawl across the Island
And hold millions of New Yorkers, small and great,

It set the scene for decades of architectural,
Social and medical advance
And defeat.

The massive octagonal ruin
At the northern end of the island
And below Coler Hospital is the only relic of the next institution
founded here,
America's first

"Municipal Lunatic Asylum"
(1839).

Designed by Alexander Jackson Davis,
Pioneer of our nation's Greco-Roman revival,
It was visited by Charles Dickens in 1841.

Dickens commented on its magnificent staircase,
Its woe-be-gone inmates
And the tourists flocking to see both.

Our lighthouse overlooks the swirling
Hellgate waters ..."
~ The Roosevelt Island Historical Society

http://www.correctionhistory.org/rooseveltisland/

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~ * ~

"If a beagle barks,
How many Quarks ascend over stark
Horizon's perimeter ~ ?"
~ Calvino

"Why, I imagine
That aptly depends upon
The Thyme of Day, or if wind blows
Fore or aft."
~ Deadly Headley

"But a bird cannot in one blow
Wind dozens of clocks."
~ Umberto Eco,

Quoted message said:

From "The Island of the Day Before Yesterday"

[p. 157'

"No.
Certainly not."
~ Calvino

"O, I dare say ~
Ferrante may or may not
Have once existed,

But on this Ship of Fooles,
This shipwrecked once ~ forgotten ship,
An Intruder certain does exist."
~ Eco

"O, I must resume my attention span
Upon my seminal work ...
'In Praise of Folly.'"
~ Erasmus

"O,
Certainly, of course, by all means,
Let no wind blow
You too far off course, nor in Horse Latitudes
Find yourself adrift,

Without knowledge of forethought
Of Longitude's antidote,

Or some shred of Hope
If sailing too dreadfully near Cape Fear ~ !"
~ Calvino

"O, I must adjust my navigation,
Set my sails correctly into My Imagination ~

Let no wind too vaguely blow,
Divert me too unknowingly off course,
Nor in Horse Latitudes
Find myself spirally adrift,

Without knowledge of forethought,
Malice, Mayhem, or Mirage
Of Longitude's antidote,

If upon my seminal work ...
'In Praise of Folly.'

I become overly engaged,
For The Land Of Distraction, a raging

Gulf, a full five fathoms
Sailing 99 knots round Random

Bay, a glittering cove,
O, Heaven knows ~ ! "
~ Erasmus

"Who THE HELL
RU ~ ?"
~ Folly

"O, just see ~

Stupidity Dot Com,
Where Less is More."
~ Erasmus

"Over a span of nearly 175 years,
The NYC Dept. of Correction has been associated

With an Island in the East River having a succession
Of first names ~

Blackwell's, Welfare
And currently Roosevelt.

The island was acquired by the city in 1828 to erect a penitentiary
As well as health-related facilities.

Today, the municipal jail agency maintains a small unit
On the island for terminally-ill inmates."
~ The Roosevelt Island Historical Society

~ * Nellie Bly,
Personification of Pluck ...

Inside
Blackwell's Madhouse * ~

http://www.correctionhistory.org/rooseveltisland/bly/index.html

~ * ~

"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

"Here, root yourselves beside me.

I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.

I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours ~ your Passages have been paid.

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.

History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.

Give birth again
To the dream.

Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.

Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings."

~ Maya Angelou,

Quoted message said:

From "On The Pulse of Morning"

"Speak,
Memory, speak ..."
~ Twittering

"Gifts of speech ..."
~ Folly

"I know why
The Caged Byrd sings."
~ Maya

"How
Come ~ ?

Whip ~ Poor ~
Will ~ !"
~ Malbec

"A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed."
~ Maya

"Z is for Zebra, last seen galloping across
Charring Cross ..."
~ Laika

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