Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for April 02, 2021

Damn, on the hook again…

Signs badly translated into English, a.k.a. “Engrish”; picture 34 in this series:

https://www.anorak.co.uk/252562/in-pictures-2/signs-engrish-ones.html

It wipes the thing or it gets the gasoline again.

“two of these winged-raiders made off with a short rib, tearing it right out of its packaging and flying away, presumably to feast at their evil lair.”

… cackling maniacally all the while. Agents of the devil, to be sure.

It’s been a while since I was at the blog – life gets in the way. But so many fascinating entries! The “Collections” post contains one that’s absolutely captivating. The little figurines that made me think at once of the 12,000-year-old Shigir Sculpture, are the work of French sculptor Marc Bourlier: https://www.galeriebeatricesoulie.com/marc-bourlier

“So radically new in his work, what we know today about Marc Bourlier seems to be the result of an enchanting fortuity one happy day in 1995, when on a beach in Normandy his gaze was caught by the first of these mysterious little scraps of driftwood that the sea, tirelessly, and like an offering, had deposited. Hosts of these little fellows would be born from his collections, cleverly arranged in tableaus where the material suggests – or where the roughness of the wood alone will give – the idea of colors. He imagines them alternately tender or funny, sad or happy, and brings them to life in families that he composes with great care, as if to evoke the bit of luck which, ultimately, began everything. They assert themselves, ithyphallic swaggerer, sweet dreamer, handsome icicle, seductive … Lionelle Courbet-Viron – May 2004" (Translation from the French courtesy of Wolfington X. Analemma)

I shall wipe as I please, though I shall not necessarily please, as I wipe.

Anthony Burgess, writing about the works of James Joyce, referred to writing that goes beyond linguistics and enters, “a region of word-magic and word-superstition.”

I wonder what Anthony Burgess would say about the wordificationing of Frog Applause®?

(assuming, of course, if he wasn’t, ala Charles Nelson Reilly, dead dead dead)

Can’t remember ever wiping the thing with gasoline.

Gurl, you shore do gots sum krazee idears!

WARNING! Warning!

Caution: wiping with gasoline can be hazardous to your healthMake sure the spinning mobile is in a well ventilated room and the fish are freshly caught! Do not attempt to wipe, rub and or scrub the scales or they will spontaneously combust! Enter at your own risk

I used to hate those alphabet puzzles, but this young woman seems to have figured it all out. Should we lacquer it to preserve it, and then not wipe it with gasoline?

Today’s offering could use a Calder stabile of whirligigs …!

There’s a big difference between wiping your thing with gasoline and vasiline. ( I prefer using the latter. )

Are we fishing for compliments, here ? Or as the Who do, going mobile?

A different kind of trout line caught those fish. She is wide open in the large mouth bass form.

“I asked for water and she gave me gasoline.”—floating blues verse

I like mobiles.

Washing your fish with gasoline is just icthy.

Back in “simpler” times and days of leaded gasoline, we used to use gas to clean many things, even our greasy hands after working on the car. As a child, I remember the tingling feeling in my hands afterwards, and the buzzy feeling from the fumes. Thanks dear ole Dad. Gas, the original gateway drug.

I never wash my hanging fishmobile© with the gasoline. Nor my alphabet block. But I do scream at the Forbid, because don’t!

It has the liveliness in the sweet breeze, no? Yes!

use to half to clean the greens mower with a steady stream of water