Somewhere In Between Midnight and O'Clock

The House with the Square Door and a Tilted Roof, Where Triangles Fit.. Welcome...

andré I feel at home here - don't change the youtube awhile - I am transfixed with it...


'I don't think in terms of logic and words. I think in terms of emotions and patterns. So don't mistranslate something I said to something anyone with common sense knows I didn't mean, cause obviously I didn't.'

What a wonderful piece of art. This was really well done! My hat is off to the artist!

should be immortalised:

Jaz: 'I signed in but I wasn't there.'

That is great Andre! that is the sexiest fingers walking I ever saw!and they really looked like there walking!loved the keyboard it looked like it was watching its step and the drink when it shook off its ''feet'' ha ha

Nance - never thought of fingers as being sexy...you are so right!

Never point with your fingers, it's rude - use your tongue instead.

If all the world were paper,
And all the sea were ink,
If all the trees were bread and cheese,
What would we have to drink?

I loved the fingers skating part.

Was that a rhetorical ? because i reckon there would still be beer/wine and gin...somewhere...

How very clever! Loved the skating too, Col.

who thinks of these things???

André - this is the first time I've been onto this page, I hadn't seen it before.
A very clever piece and someone with very flexible fingers. I loved the dive into the glass.
Great stuff.

he thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again, and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
'The one thing I regret,' he said,
'Is that it cannot speak!'

Lewis Caroll

'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
'I don't much care where-' said Alice.
'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
'-so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation.
'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, 'if you only walk long enough.'

Lewis Caroll speaking about these fingers

Why is there no monument
To Porridge in our land?
It it's good enough to eat,
It's good enough to stand!

On a plinth in London
A statue we should see
Of Porridge made in Scotland
Signed, "Oatmeal, O.B.E."
(By a young dog of three)

hey it says 'sorry this video no longer available'mmmm..but I have watched it :)..
and if you want it go here..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbuTo_7iPVQ&watch_response

There was a man upon the stair
But when I looked, he wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
OH, I wish he'd go away!

I agree that those are very sexy, flexible fingers. The illusion of walking was enchanting and realistic, yet surreal.

X and Y yawned sleepily,
"Look at the time!" they said.
"Let's all get off to beddy byes."
They did, then "Z-z-z."

Oh!! ..I will start from 'T' now..
T" is for Turtle.
Which goes can go really fast...
If he's racing a snail.
"U" is for Umbrella.
It keeps rain from hitting you.
But, it's not very good against falling pianos.
"V" is for Vulture.
Ya know...that bird that's on your shoulder
Waiting for you to die of boredom from reading this poem.
"W" is for Walrus.
A fat animal with a big overbite.
"X" is for...um...um...
...Wait...give me a moment....
I know!
"X" is for TEN! In Roman numerals!
"Y" is for You.
The person who is reading this poem.
And questioning my sanity.
"Z" is for Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

I wandered lonely as a clod,
Just picking up old rags and bottles;
When onward on my way I trod,
I saw a host of axolotls.
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
A sight to make a man's blood freeze.
Some had handles, some were plain;
They came in blue, red, pink and green.
Some were orange in the main--
The damnedest sight I've ever seen.
The females gave a spritely glance,
The male ones all wore knee-length pants.

Hey, get your own material.

I published that in 1958.

William M. Gaines

Do we have a Gray Spy in our midst?

I do not countenance 'your' parody Mr. William M. Gaines nor the nefarious Bullwinkle.

I've always favored Daffodils by my bedside. I must retire. It is 18.04 and I am always asleep by 18.50.

William Wordsworth

The Incandescent Light Bulb. (1879-2009)

Don't forsake me my bayonet of love
My screw fixing element of desire
I do not require
A long lasting mercury vapour
Under my lampshade of paper
But filament bright
To lighten my night.
You used to be my carbon dream
My tungsten Alva
My strawberry cream
Go hither poisonous low voltage CFL
Do not let my precious landfills swell

Madam Banbadbulbs...

Chalice of AI - A remembrance (2009)

My metalica of boron
Circumference of eight
Your dying fate
My bauxite ore
J'adoré
Nine isotopes raw
Argos lust
Earth's crust
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to dust.

Madam Saucepandearth...

Skin.

We need skin
Don't harm a hair of it
Always take good care of it
What would we do without it
Keep it clean
Soap and water every day
Will keep the dirt and grime away
We need skin
Whether you're short or whether you're stout
It keeps your body from falling out
We need skin
Don't harm a hair of it
Always take good care of it
We need skin...

Fairytale Madness (JJ)

A long time ago in a fairytale wood,
A little girl skipped in her stunning red hood.
To her grandmother's house, that's the way she was going.
When to her surprise, the sky began snowing.
Looking for cover, she spied a young egg,
But running to greet him, she tripped on his leg.
This made Humpty Dumpty fall off his wall,
But Prince Charming dashed in and prevented his fall.
The king was quite grateful, and as reward then,
He gave the prince all of his horses and men.
The horses, however, were skinny as twigs.
So prince traded them in for three little pigs.
But the pigs were so dirty and kept not a thing right,
So he hired a maid by the name of Snow White.
She kept things so tidy, and boy was she cute!
But one day she dropped dead with one bite of a fruit!
Now relax and fear not, for in no time at all,
Another prince passed on his way to a ball.
He took one glance at Snow White and felt bad for the cutie,
So he kissed and revived this sweet, young Sleeping Beauty.
Then right in the midst of this romantic scene,
A stampede of lambs charged through, looking quite mean.
Apparently Mary had gotten upset,
And threatened to take the whole herd to the vet.
In this mad, mixed up frenzy, these lambs weren't too nice,
And they carelessly jostled three blind little mice.
These disabled rodents didn't know what was what,
And, on accident, knocked Humpty Dump on his butt!
He wasn't so lucky this time when he fell,
And his whole yolk leaked out of his demolished shell.
But rather than moan that the day was a beast,
They fried up poor Dumpty and had a great feast!
So, not counting the egg, whose end was disaster...
Everyone lived HAPPYILY EVERY AFTER!

Gee..Bertie, from where did ya get that stuff?

OK..Lets see how this works..
Fairy tales retold..

The tale of the dragon princess:

Once upon a time a dragon stole a princess away and put her in his cave. Everybody thought the prince would save her, but he had to work late and forgot all about it. Instead the princess cut off the dragons tail and turned it into a handbag. Then she started to blog about dragon fashion and cave design and got almost rich and famous. She turned the cave into a condo and married a football player. They lived happily ever after.

The goops they lick their fingers,
And the Goops they lick their knives;
They spill their broth on tablecloths-
Oh they lead disgusting lives!
The Goops they talk while eating,
And loud and fast they chew;
And that is why I'm glad that I
Am not a Goop-are you?

1: One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich - Sozhenitsyn,
2: A Tale of Two Cities - Dickens
3: The Three Musketeers - Dumas
4: 1984 - Orwell
5: Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegut, The Five People You Meet in Heaven - Alborn
6: Six of One - Rita Mae Brown
7: Seven Types of Ambiguity - Elliot Perlman
8: The Eight - Katherine Neville
9: Nine Tomorrows - Asimov
10: The Ten Commandments - J.H. Ingraham
11: Eleven - Highsmith
12: Twelve Red Herrings by Jeffrey Archer

Sci-fi romance..
And as the sun sets slowly in the west, and the crescent moon rises only just a little faster over the eastern ridges of the atomic horizon, the atom and the electron take a stroll
under the emergent stars, and know with a growing certainty that they are not just some loose charges looking for a little physical action, but in fact the beginning of a newly created
completeness in the midst of the cosmic harmony - if only for a pico second.

"Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"The Velveteen Rabbit"

I AIN'T afraid uv snakes or toads, or bugs or worms or mice,
An' things 'at girls are skeered uv I think are awful nice!
I'm pretty brave I guess; an' yet I hate to go to bed,
For, when I'm tucked up warm an snug an' when my prayers are said,
Mother tells me "Happy Dreams" an' takes away the light,
An' leaves me lyin' all alone an' seein' things at night!

EF - 1895

aim of the experiment: to find the speed of the falling thermometer.
procedure: take the thermometer to the terrace.(minimum 5 floors high requd.)
take a candle. light it.
now drop both the thermometer and the lighted candle from the terrace.
observation made: both the objects touch the ground at the same time.
conclusion; the speed of thermometer is equal to speed of light!!

Excellent Anu...that made me smile.

Contagion

Elephants are contagious!
Be careful how you tread.
An Elephant that's been trodden on
Should be confined to bed!
Leopards are contagious too.
Be careful tiny tots.
They don't give you a temperature
But lots and lots - of spots.

The Herring is a lucky fish
From all disease inured.
Should he be ill when caught at sea;
Immediately - he's cured!

The Wench in the Cold

Boiler Dearth
Gone to earth
Rusted and blown
The heat has flown
Left with a chasm where once it stood
The chill of the night cooling my blood
Where once there was flame burning bright
There only stands a pale metal bathed in night
My bones have seized and my nose is so cold
As the cold wind blows through my windows bold
I'm wrapped in ten scarves and a cap on my head
With nought but a water bottle hot in my bed
The icicles hanging from the post of the door
Where once heat flowed there is no more
So I breathing the night like a pale poor ghost
When I should be hotter than warm as toast
So knit me some socks and some mittens to boot
I prefer pale pink as my complexion to suit
Or a small little fire to melt my poor toes
and a sweet little sock for the end of my nose.

Am I?
My lines do not scan.
My words do not rhyme.
I've overrun the meter, dramatically,
Not for the first time.

Am I a poem?
I am, if I say I am.

Humpty

Humpty Dumpty
Sat on a wall
But Humpty Dumpty
Felt too tall

Next Humpty Dumpty
Sat on the floor
But Humpty Dumpty
Felt too small

So Humpty Dumpty
Sat on the fence
...How very English

Flérida para mi dulce y sabrosa
Más que la fruta del cercado ajeno
Más blanca que la leche y más hermosa
Que'l prado por abril, de flores lleno

...Rather nice.