~ Grande Perspective, A Reflective Journey ~

~ Reservations
Accepted ~

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Much information...

Or too little!

"Hi Double-A I thiNk It best to let our Poet
"Twitty"
TeLl wHAT could
Be
IN my miNd."
~ Bert

Dunno, Bert.
I beTTer read sOMe science books first.
I bought a Step[hen KIng b[o!o]k tOdAy,
I just need to make sure!
I know you understand my dew diligencia.
~ Moi

"What would
An iNNocent thIng suCh as
She
K[now] ab[oUt] it?"
~ Double-A

WhO,
Me?
~ Moi

"He[lium] [Brit]Ney doLLs have an ad[vantage] of
P[add]Ed(pi[l!l]Ow
Type) and that is they S[tIck] to my bEd rO!Om ceIlIng(geT
The picture)."
~ Bert

SoRt of lIKe a Re[flect]Ed
CeIlIng pLAn?
Or a bLEw
FrAMed d[raft]Y p[rint]?
~ Moi

"HmMm.
Sort of like the classical
Erotic
Art
Painted on the ceilings
Of
Bedrooms in royal palaces. But
Wouldn't your wife usually have the best
View of the ceiling? Maybe you need to paste
A Burt Reynolds
Center ~
Fold
Up
There to help her out."
~ Double-A

DOn'T
Think sO.
~ Moi

"Al BundY used to tApe his 'BIg
Uns' center
Folds
To ThE heAd!bOard
Of
His bEd
TO enable him to make lOve to his wife Peg.
Of coUrse T[haT] wAs
[Be]fore THE Days of [VIA]grA,
WhiCh pUt the hArdw[o!o]d
BAck in seX."
~ Bert

BiG w[Hat]?
~ Moi

“If
Britney pUts on w[Eight]
I onLy
HaVe to add more helIum.
It’s aLL VeRy
ReLAtiVe.”
~ Bert

“Does ShE [reAl]Ly fLoat
Y]our[ bOat?”
~ Moi

“Do you kEEp a helium Tank
In y[our] bEdrOOm?
D[oe]S y[our] wife geT t[uRn]Ed
ON
By D[on]AlD
DUcK [voi]Ces tOO?”
~ Double-A

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“Sigh... As usual:
Overcast here in Holland... And
If the cllouds go away for
Once,
The meteor shower just plain s-cks (like last year’s
Perseids..).”
~ John den Haan

&/*
Twang.
Seen Chang, that sly, shy missing
Hissing knowing
Siamese cat
Who wears Ed De Bono’s
White Evening Top
Hat?

Justice, you top, I
Zen.

Wow. Now I bow.
How’s that make
Form?

“It’s easy to play
Any
Musical instrument: All
You have to do is touch
The right key
At the right time
And the instrument
Will
Play itself.”
~ JS Bach

For a long time...[sic]
My life had reached
A place where
Little
Surprise graced my days,
Little sign of pleasure ahead,
No remarkable adventures lie ahead of me,
Or none that I could see. To say
I lived in constant pain overstates my un ~
Happiness.
To say
I traveled with my
Constant
Companion,
Boredom

Rings truth closer. Chimes more resonant.
And yet, not even
Thusly, fully the truth. So I lived
With no hope.
My malaise.
My dreams
Were pages in a book, I counted as days
Already lived.
And so, I found
My happiness in books.
Or rather, I searched
My happiness for books, wandering from page
To page, from shelf to shelf, searching,
Following a sentence that led onward, offered
Me
A window,
And so it was
One evening, long after
I'd drawn
The blinds, pulled
The covers to my chin, locked
The doors and retired to the book
Atop my bedside night table,
That I found
A story to my liking ~

From upstairs, you could see the sounds
Of the waves, even
On this overcast day, hear the tinkling
Silver, breathe the fragrant
Orange peel, finger the firm rind, taste
The sparkling bubbles against textureless
Glass, held on the tongue, tickling lips,
Opening passages,
Imagine the roasted pheasant,
With a pleasant curiosity,
I ~

“I do not know
If it would be possible
To experience on a matter of art, an impression
At once more singular and disquieting
Than that felt
By a stranger visiting Haarlem for the first time.
He has already left the railway
Before he seems to have entered into a sleeping
Town. The Kruisstraat opens
Before him, a long and absolutely deserted
Perspective.”

~ Henry Havard
From “Banquest of Arquebusiers (Frans Halls)”
From “Famous Paintings As Seen
And Described by Great
Writers”
(Dodd, Mead, & Company, 1905)

“Oui, mon cher.”

Where’s my chair?

“Uns.”

One?

“Houseboat?”

Loveboat?
On cruise control...

“Floating divas,
Duck voice mating calls,
Disney fantasies.”

Non! Just
My Opera Virtuoso Orlando
Dress Re ~
Hearsal dinner, with that Quack.
O guess what ~ The DVD
Fantasia I got! O too, Folly,
My goose,
Likes Duck Soup,
Gerbers Stew, too.

“Now
I know what
Bert
Means by weird!”
~ Double-A

You mean, those wires
I see, suspended ~
Flying me
Over
There?
O dear, I better email for my
Beth ~ a ~ Scope, aka
Mommy Diva. An avid
Socks fan, She, who also sings arias and
Knows He. She surely re ~
Collects
What I mean, I mean
What John sings. For I do not recall. But yall
Don’t mind me. I’m think ~ inking Berlioz
Aa-go-go. But De Leibe,
Nice, too. A virgin
Air line drafted round a garden
Court.
[Hey!]
Maybe Beth knows, too,
Leonardo’s where
Ab ~ Outs!

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....an impression
At once more singular and disquieting
Than that felt
By a stranger visiting Haarlem for the first time.
He has already left the railway
Before he seems to have entered into a sleeping
Town. The Kruisstraat opens
Before him, a long and absolutely deserted
Perspective...

Leonardo
Blinks, hesitates, thinks,
Stands motionlessly, momentarily reluctant,
Nervous,
One would say, if one concerned oneself, were
To more
Accurately surmise his mood,
If observing his small body

~ Brace ~

Himself
Against a sudden breeze.
His
Hair, white,
Riffles,
Touched,
Felt,
Combs the wind, sparks a chill, traces
Spirals,
Races
Rapidly up, down, around his spine. A whine
Overheard, if standing close. But none
Stands near. His muscles stiffen. He folds
His tail close to his body to warm himself, unsure,
His resolve,
Unclear, unknowing
If venturing deeper into
This sleeping
Town
Will take him closer to his goal,
His arrival.
He knows
Not,
Before a sudden impulse
Prompts him to turn, tells him to
Glance briefly behind, past his left shoulder. He seals,
Encloses, exposes the image behind him,
The place from
Which he ventures. Satisfied,
For now,
His memory,
His picture,
The train station, he fixes his mind,
For fear, his knowing,
He may,
Circle back,
If the road ahead ~ The long,
Absolutely
Deserted perspective
~ Leads him back
Again
And again
Retracing his steps. He stops, his hopes,
Holds the train station from which he departs,
Satisfied, in his mind,
Or as much as he allows
Himself
To feel,
His submission, for his journey, has
He learned. Leon resolves
The memory
Revolves his view away from the railway, turns
Now to regard the future, stares
Ahead. Be bold, Leon tells himself.
Leon steels his determination, eyes
The long perspective
Before him, inhales deeply,
Sighs sleepily,
Steps forward...

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