Go Figure

what’s the dates on these figs?

go figure

how many figs in a hectare?

go figure out

what in the fig

is a hectare

then we can figure

out the fig in ure figure

but wait,

how can you figure

the word figure

applies to both numbers

and the shape of B. Bardot?

we need to figure this out

maybe this will help:

2. Bardot!

36-20-35 figuratively

go figure

that curvy figure

these figs are so good

I hafta eat another

but what does that mean?

is that what a fig meant?

o figment of a fig

you render me

the pigment of a pig

so I gotta eat another

no I want six

six figs in one mouth

this mouth right here

six all at once

cheeks bulging like piglets

eating figlets

or giblets

chewing chiclets

like chocolate

chocolate-dipped figs

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Splits in two

Splits in Two by Calvin Burgamy

Lorem Ipsum: The Netiquette Rules

-Never answer an email with a fax. 

-Don’t floss with MS-DOS.

-Don’t think you are smart when you say “the internets.”

-Use the phone for anything but talking.

-Vivamus euisimod dolor id tristique internetus dummioso.

-Spam ain’t worth the ones and zeros it was written on.

-Weave portmanteaux into your internet fiber optic badinage. 

-Always never say, “Ah, well, when I was at Stanford . . . or was it Oxford?“

-Don’t go on and on about your hard drive and shit.

News of The Week

Prominent Citizen Stumped By Stump Speech.

Perched atop the hallowed “democracy stump” outside the Huffakers, Nevada courthouse steps, Thorbus "Bux" Buxley IV, leading citizen leader and Board of Supervisors supervisor, admitted to admittedly shocked reporters that he did not “get” the latest stump speech.

"You mean the one that was just now delivered? Just now?" asked cub reporter Nip Tuck of the Huffakers Daily Chronic.

"Yeah, that one," snapped Buxley, performing a graceful demi-plie atop the oaken stump.

Tuck nibbled the rubber end of his news pencil and replied softly, "Well, sir, you delivered it."

"Of course I did - and it was an epic enunciation!" Buxley's hands rose majestically, "But I could neither process nor comprehend it. Too many fifty-cent words and strange allusions to unicorns, necromancers and sacrilicious events. Didn't make no sense a-tall." After a short pause to “do the robot”, Buxley asked plaintively, "Did it?"

Volunteered  volunteer Fire Chief Moe Handlin, playing with the bic in his pocket, "I did like the part about me."

Mayor Candy Hass didn't care for the undertones of it all and could only glower and practice furrowing his brow.

However, Wichita Lineman Miles Lineaus did enjoy the summary exegesis connecting free will and cheap beer.

"Well," mused Supervisor Buxley, ignoring the comments and slowly tracing the circumference of the democracy stump with an outstretched toe, "in the end I guess it was a pretty good stump speech. I mean, look, it stumped even me."

"

GivingThanksGiving

Well we ate a lot, and it was really great food even if a fairly novice try at a twenty-five pound turkey with lotsa vegetables and grains to back it up in case of disaster but the back-ups emerged as ardent aromatic roasty compliments to the delectable steamy tender meat at a great big pair of candlelit tables united in linen seating thirteen more related and less related peoples of the places and the bloodlines. Every thing and every morsel and every peoples glowed. After tart creamy conserved summertime desserts, we gulped cold air and danced like white water.

yellow on yellow

 

 Eagle contemplates statue of Veronica

One World Trade

Track

Track by Calvin Burgamy

Running Outa Road Paint

the job sounded easy:

“just one white stripe on U.S. 50,

our truck, you buy the paint”

it musta been the new hard times

answering too quickly,

“sure, no problem”

but there was a problem

we shoulda looked at the map

first

U.S. Highway 50

starts in Ocean fuckin’ City, Maryland

stops in Sacra fuckin’ Mento, California

one white stripe

one-eighth inch thick

three long thousand miles long

how many gallons is 3000 miles?

the guy at the road paint store

says thirteen hundred seventy-seven

but he was just guessin’

guessin’

thirteen hundred seventy-seven

is a good number, spoken with conviction

we say “sure, no problem”

and it was no problem

to run outa road paint

in Jefferson fuckin’ City, Missouri

the stripe stopped smack

in front

of the one state fuckin’ capitol

nobody’s ever heard of

until they run outa road paint

we park on this bluff

above the Missouri River

taking it in, stripe or no stripe

waiting for more road paint

not waiting for more road paint

looking upstream

Some New Words

Splouzy: When you think bigamy means big of me.

Hopera: Practically screaming while jumping all over the place.

Odition: When you're really good at adding a zero.

Unibonkle: Forgetting how to ride a bicycle while riding a bicycle.

Condenst: When you're taken aback and affronted.

Sloor: A one way street that goes the wrong way.

Prettiot: When your face looks better than your ideas.

Klammittee: The worst thing that ever happened since the last worst thing that ever happened.

Journouveau: A newspaper where you just make stuff up.

Felicimeat: A happy song about cannibalism.

 we are embers

 tracing flame

 across the arc

 that made us from flame 

 fire in the sky

 fire in the belly

 fire in the eye

 hot in a cool universe

Fresh Road Paint

Fresh Road Paint by Calvin Burgamy

11 / 13

doubly prime numbers

make the date today

eleven

thirteen

prime

day

autumn

orange

blue

misty chilly

solstice

approaching

Agua Blanco + Azul y Amarillo

by Jonathan Marcus

Candice with Bocce Balls

Candice with Bocce Balls
by Calvin Burgamy

HANDY REUSABLE DAILY TRAFFIC REPORT á perpetuo:

Take the two way street with the four way stops. There's no three ways about it. The congestion is due to gridlock in Little Rock and will persist forever and ever. Take a surface street to plumb the depths. And while you're at it, don't forget to floss, trim your ugly nose hair, and get over your fat self. And by the way, does anyone really know if "on the wagon" means you're drinking or not drinking? And one more thing: there's no such thing as a divided highway. All highways are unified by the Theory of Relativity. It's as absolute as asphalt.

Still Life with

two frogs, white flamingo,

some mulch, St. Francis and Hazel

Translated from the Estonian

         (That's the title)

 Northern Estonian To Be Exact

a boy named sue just spread the word around

I want you with blue suede shoes

feed your head with rocky raccoons

see how it flies like lucy in the

shine on you crazy diamond

how do we know these lyrics?

the northern lights did it to us

the borealis a’roaring through our brains

or maybe it was the reindeer moaning on the tundra

or maybe a needle jabbed the groove

spinning in the ice

broadcasting chill waves in the deep chill

paint it black, angie baby, like a rolling stone

we sing tunes in our knees

we race with the melodies

we are great runners, groovin’

sprinting through long arctic tunnels

searching for the lost chord

rock nest

by Matt Rosenberger

Can I Have a Moment?

Can I Have a Moment? by Calvin Burgamy

Complete Medical Products

from the series, "Behind Suburban Plaza",
by Calvin Burgamy

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Alabama Road Paint

Alabama Road Paint, Calvin Burgamy

4 x 5

4 x 5 negative by Calvin Burgamy

News of the Week

Item: Area woman reads fine print in Wal-Mart Halloween display, has epiphany. After picking out two pairs of reading glasses ("2 fer $4-Ize") at the Get Glassed! section of her local Wal-Mart, Enid Snipgrass corralled her kids (4 fer 3 seat pram) and proceeded to the pumpkin hued holiday display to pick out various interchangeable and equally priced plastic and sugar coated items for the upcoming Horror Hotel web series cast party, which featured her cousin Velma as a zombie dominatrix in webisode 5 ("Room 911 - Brainz and Chainz!!!"). Unable to read the fine print underneath the giant lurid crimson fonts, Enid donned her new not-quite-yet-purchased spectacles and, as a test of their efficacy, peered closely at the 8 point verbiage crammed below the price point:

Every thing is different from any other thing. No identity exists. Names for things are invented, traded, equated. They (the names) are not things. They are a shepherd's call. Invisible restraints to bunch real things. Herein lies meaning. It may seem demeaning, yet it holds everything together. Its incredible.

Upon reading the fine print, Enid took off her glasses and paused a moment, surveying the 2 acre expanse of products and prices arrayed around her as if she were (as a nearby oxygen challenged Wal-Mart greeter later gravely stated) "the epicenter of a torus-shaped shockwave of pure consciousness, radiating out to imbibe all things within its purview", whereupon she placed the not-yet-purchased glasses  astride the triangular eyes of the nearest jack-o-lantern, gathered her kids with a nod and a keen whistle, and exited the store without paying for squat.

After an endless eleven minute board meeting, Whirled HeadQuarters has opted to spin off its construction subsidiary despite wild success as a cash cow that keeps this entire barge awash in beverages.

Therefore: Lucky You! Because now all the names reserved for subsidiaries of the subsidiary are no longer needed, and we'd rather share them with you than them, for a modest fee of course. All reasonable offers will be refused.

Let us know which ones sing.

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Speed Stops Here

R.I.P. Speed  by  Calvin Burgamy