Vincent Van Gogh, born March 30th 1853

Surreal Monopoly - game in progress

About The Moon

Margaret Ballardini & Fred Watson, Luna Park, St Kilda, Victoria, ca. 1927 / photographed by M D True, Electric Studio, originally uploaded by State Library of New South Wales collection.

Close encounter

Close encounter, originally uploaded by The National Archives UK.

A Fine and Funky Musical Interlude.....

Shel Silverstein - the scariest looking, most subversive wit I ever wanted to meet.

God's Wheel

God says to me with a kind of a smile,

"Hey, how would you like to be God awhile,

And steer the world?"

"Okay," says I, "I'll give it a try.

Where do I set?

How much do I get?

What time is lunch?

When can I quit?"

"Gimme back that wheel." says God.

"I don't think you're quite ready yet."

Harry Houdini (March 24, 1874 – October 31, 1926,

This man and I share a birthday and so little else.

More Life in Hell

Snack Time

Shtop Thinking

From Mutts by Patrick McDonnell

Graceland

The Mississippi Delta was shining
Like a National guitar,
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil war,

I'm going to Graceland
Graceland
In Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland,

Poorboys and Pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland,
My traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage,
But I've reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland,

She comes back to tell me she's gone,
As if I didn't know that
As if I didn't know my own bed,
As if I'd never noticed,
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead,
And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart,
Everybody sees you're blown apart,
Everybody sees the wind blow,

I'm going to Graceland,
Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland,
Poorboys and Pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland,

And my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties,
But I've reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland,

There is a girl in New York City,
Who calls herself the human trampoline,
And sometimes when I'm falling flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Whoa so this is what she means,
She means we're bouncing into Graceland,
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart,
Everybody sees you're blown apart,
Everybody feels the wind blow,

In Graceland Graceland,
I'm going to Graceland,
For reasons I cannot explain
There's some part of me wants to see
Graceland,
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love every ending
Or maybe there's no obligations now,
Maybe I've a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland

(Pause)

Woah in graceland graceland graceland
i'm going to graceland

Graceland by Paul Simon

The Ones I Can't Forget...

Art of Flowers

Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.
Gian Carlo Menotti

Automata Zen

Best Picture

Brazil (1985) by Terri Gilliam

Yesterday's Missing Post

I had something so amazing and revealing to post yesterday that I decided to keep it to myself.



Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson

Eleanor Gwynne Miller (LOC)

Eleanor Gwynne Miller (LOC), originally uploaded by The Library of Congress.

Eleanor on her prettiest day with a perfect hat.

Draagbare radio / Radio hat

Draagbare radio / Radio hat, originally uploaded by Nationaal Archief.

Today, hats are on my mind.

Found and Lost

These are mine, but if you lost one....

http://byebyebutton.blogspot.com/

My Surrealist Poem Inspired By Tristan Tzara

Show Captives Put On A or La Condition Humaine
by Myself, the Plain Dealer and Fate

It claim really,
To Be,
Were multibillion-dollar,
Did we businesses.

Centers, educational amusement.
OK.
They're Marine want but animals

It's if children whale,
Think,
Ride as to that,
Killer pony?

Exist to wild,
That our big,
Parks,
Or, our a for...


La Condition Humaine by Rene Magritte

How to make a Dadaist Poem (method of Tristan Tzara)

To make a Dadaist poem:

Take a newspaper.
Take a pair of scissors.
Choose an article as long as you are planning to make your poem.
Cut out the article.
Then cut out each of the words that make up this article and put them in a bag.
Shake it gently.
Then take out the scraps one after the other in the order in which they left the bag.
Copy conscientiously.
The poem will be like you.
And here you are a writer, infinitely original and endowed with a sensibility that is charming though beyond the understanding of the vulgar.
-Tristan Tzara

It is easier than I thought to be infinitely original and endowed with a charming sensibility. I'll try it! But I will inclusively welcome the vulgar to understand and bask in my infinite charm.



Raoul Hausmann (Austrian, 1886-1971), Mechanical Head [or, The Spirit of Our Time]

Happy The Man

Happy the Man

by Horace

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed, in spite or fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

"Happy the Man" by Horace, from Odes, Book III, xxix. Translation by John Dryden. Public domain. (buy now)

Something Pretty

From the 1991 film, The Fisher King by Terry Gilliam
Grand Central Waltz by George Fenton

Lydia The Tattooed Lady

Balloon Dog 1999-2000 by Jeff Koons

The ultimate in Pop Art.

Pond-Spring Awakening, 1972 by Alma Thomas

A hopeful title and beautiful art.

Alice

I Can Relate.

From Life In Hell by Matt Groening

The Hotel Eden

Cornell, Joseph
Untitled (The Hotel Eden)
c. 1945
Construction
15 1/8 x 15 3/4 x 4 3/4 in.
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Mid Century Modest

The Secret Life and Family Dynamics of Toys