Clee Fanger, galactic reporter, intrepid

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   Clee Fanger was the most renowned intergalactic reporter in the InterInfinitys. A rabid and unabashable antitheist, she reported with a pietydar of unrhomboided keenness. Her perspicacity was sweatless, elegant, earnest, and ineluctable. She had a tantalizing gossip column with frequent breaking tids on string theory and dark matter, the 90% of stuff that has got to be there but about which they know the Big Nada. 

   Clee Fanger grokked down realityade and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “On Vuravura,” she grinned with wild obsidian surmise, “they limit how much realityade you are allowed to grok.


Jeegoo grokkers are flayed, dismayed, betrayed. Because people have amnesia between the dream of the day and the dream of the night, the gate of pearl and the gate of onyx, they are heavy with unnecessary secrets.
   “Puisque les gens ont l'amnésie entre le rêve du jour et le rêve de la nuit, la porte de l'onyx et la porte de la perle, ils sont lourds avec des secrets inutiles.
   “Porque la gente tiene olvidarse entre el sueño <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />del día y el sueño de la noche, la puerta del onyx y la puerta de la perla, son pesados con secretos innecesarios.

    “Everything that wakes on the brilliant Jeegoo is the sun star's extravagant dream, its panpotent light, legerdesun, so tricksy — dirt, water, un poco cunning pattern, the sun the sun, and presto appears the daffodil, the panther, and marmalade.

    “So they could and should honor the sun which is the beat of their heart, but they went and got all weird and wan and went inside where their fierceness died. 

    “Wizards watch the sky and keep the stones, immense, erect. They count the days and measure the shadows. The meager madness of the obedient will ebb, and the abundance of the sun's profligate gifts will be restored in story and in constant celebration.


 You'll remember that you are immersed in a glory, a sea of fire.  The sun will be sung.”


..for digrif 12.24.06

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Plunder Wonder 2006 + post-11/7 postscript

Jolly Solstice (or whatever winter holiday floats your boat) to you each.

                         the google, paulaltobelli

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Plunder Wonder 2006 + post-11/7 postscript

In a sugar plum-colored daze,
May the bounty of days amaze.
The sheep's plush fleece, the gossip of geese,
The cat purrs, licking her elegant whiskers.
Clowns somersault, salts clown around.
We're lucky to have towels and trowels and vowels.
Pluck luck from your pudding like plums.
Succumb to plums.  Steal style.
Flaunt jauntiness.  Hail heartiness.
Be tickled by pickles, relish fellowship.
Butter is better. More butter is best.

When you feel insane,

Butter your brain.
Pirate the treasure of pleasure.

Happiness happens.
Saddle up, pard, and rope them days,
A hot bath, forgiven wrath.
Club a sandwich, belly up to a sandbar,
Have a fine purple purpose,
Flout and rout pouting.
Ponder wonder.
Remember vermilion, the color of embers.
The gilt lilies frothing the field have no guilt.
Ponder only wonder.


Be harmless and warm, eschew other arms.
Praise the prize of days, the surprise of days.
'Frolic' means 'swift gladness':
May your gladness be quick and tricksy.
Be facile with docility,
Salacious for salad. Prefer tortes to torture.  Wreak wreaths, not havoc.
Have more siestas, more snoozes, more muses.
Be kind to your kind.

Under the grime of habit is the original shine,

Polish your time.
As you get old, pick courage, not rage.
The cartography of the heart
Is it a maze or a map?

Perhaps it's better to be polite than right?
Get stunned by fun.
With gusto and lusto, be happy, be sappy.
The solstice, the return of light,
The retreat of night
Shining on us all, the same sun
Makes us one;
Equal under the high and shining sky,
All our hearts are star bright.
The only task is to bask
In the holy glow of the fruited earth.
Linger, watch, admire. Remember.
Be a barnacle to your day.
There's lavender, provender, talent, gallantry,
There's silk, salt, and succotash
Be bold, be brash,
Plunder the days for wonder.

post-11/7 postscript

After the appalled derisions

With which we watched The Decider’s decisions,

At last this year we surface from the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Sea of Fear

Utterly playful again, like besotted otters;


“Hoppy Holidays, as a frog might say,” I scribble daffily,

Drunk sans liquor with glee,

Ah, ahhh, we can tell stupid jokes again, verily.

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At least

Mount Rushmore and dimes are safe

From George’s pipsquawk unsage image,

His flaws so fatal to so many who emptily died

For preemption, that rabid abstraction;

Heinous Cheney is deflated, if not checkmated.


Remember, friends, the useful nostrum,

‘Don’t let the Perfect

Become the enemy of the Good’:

Our dear Demos will lurch and blunder

But the massive hemorrhaging is ceased;

From the baleful rise of the 4th Reich,

That fathomless fright –

From their full frontal affront,

War as a codpiece,

We are released;

The Shadow, as Jung might have it,

Is revealed so it can be healed.


It is a scrumptious time,

Do savor it! 


Mirthfully yours,



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