Poem: [you can’t see earth]

By Jack Brummet

1
You can't see earth
From the dark side of the moon
But maybe that changes

With the accelerating deceleration
Of the moon and earth.
A waning Gibbous moon

Dangles 1.3 light seconds away,
The Sea of Tranquility
A menacing sinkhole.

2
The moon
And the fog
Are in cahoots.

Fog slithers in,
Wrapping around houses,
Trees, shrubs, and churches,

Threading its way

Along the ground
Like horror movie fog.

3
Do the fog and moon
Trigger mayhem, madness, and murder?

Do our brains have tides?

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Photograph: The test flight

By Jack Brummet (and an unknown postcardmaker)

- click to enlarge - 

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Painting: The Crowd

By Jack Brummet

[click to enlarge]

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Republicans versus Democrats

[Author/originator unknown]

A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."

The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, "You're in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above ground elevation of 2,346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude."

"She rolled her eyes and said, "You must be an Obama Democrat."

"I am," replied the man. "How did you know?"

"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct. But I have no idea what to do with your information, and I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help to me."

The man smiled and responded, "You must be a Republican."

"I am," replied the balloonist. "How did you know?"

"Well," said the man, "you don't know where you are or where you are going. You've risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. You're in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but somehow, now it's my fault."

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Three drawings: Faces #1081, 1082, and 1085

By Jack Brummet

[click to enlarge]

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Three paintings & drawings

By Jack Brummet

[hand drawn on canvas, signboard, and paper, digitized and colored]

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Drawing: Faces #1080 - scratchboard

By Jack Brummet

[Scribe on India Ink scratchboard and images, digitally reversed]

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Dan Duva talks about Mike Tyson and Don King

Boxing promoter Dan Duva on Mike Tyson when he re-signed with rival promoter Don King: "Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton."

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Painting: kaleidoscope

By Jack Brummet

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drawings: evolve

by Jack Brummet

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"I'm in the jailhouse now"

By Jack Brummet

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Poem: Evil Konks Out

By Jack Brummet

1

The sun, and that sweet, sweet moon, cling to heaven.
Bugs, fish, animals, trees, and people
Cling to earth.

Power is like stapling
A target to your back.
Play dumb, play slow, play luckless.

2
Difficulty surrounds
You like a moat,
You persevere.

Spoof, lie, mislead, and spin.
Be a smiler.
Don't awaken their enmity.

3
In the end, evil konks out
Like a squid simmered in its own ink,
Because evil fails the moment

It overcomes good--
Consuming the energy
To which it owed its duration.
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