Sunday, June 25, 2017

betty goes to the museum - 3. nestor sakato and john 23


part three of thirteen

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"the ultimate minimalism of nestor sakato” took up the next room betty entered.

nestor sakato’s canvases were each one solid color and were numbered “composition #1, composition #2,” etc.

composition #1 was red, #2 was pink, #3 was yellow, and so forth.

betty did not spend much time looking at them, although other people were staring at them intently.

but she had seen them. there was no way, except by closing her eyes, that she could not have seen them.

the next room betty went into had an exhibition of the paintings by john 53, otherwise not identified.

john’s paintings were simple cartoon like renditions of small humans who might or might not have been intended to represent children, most of them accompanied by small creatures who were probably intended to be cats or dogs? monkeys? chimpanzees? betty could not really tell.

there were no other visitors in the room, but there was a chair.

was the chair a work of art? there was no sign indicating that it was, so betty took a chance that it was not and took a break and sat down on it.

betty stared for a while at john 53’s paintings. suddenly she had a craving for an ice cream cone.

there was probably no place in the museum where she could buy an ice cream cone, though you never knew.

but there was surely a cafeteria where she could get a cup a coffee and a croissant or a scone, if not a cupcake or slice of chocolate torte.

betty got up and went in search of a cafeteria.


to be continued


Saturday, June 24, 2017

betty goes to the museum - 2. daphne


part two of thirteen

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betty consulted the little folder which she had picked up on entering the museum.

if she read the floor plan in it correctly, “the uncompromising feminist art of daphne edwards-soraya” was in a room just ahead and to her left.

she entered the room.

a young woman and a young man were just leaving the room.

there were no other people in the room.

the first thing betty saw was a canvas about four feet wide extending almost from floor to ceiling. the canvas was white with lettering of various bright colors.

the words on the canvas were:


alle mense is roes

bütün kişilər köpük var

gizon gaizto guztiak dira

svi muškarci su ološ

tots els homes són escòria

tanan nga mga tawo mao ang taya

anthu onse mukhale chopondapo

tutti omi sò ball

svi ljudi su šljam

všichni muži jsou spodina

lle mænd er udskud

alle mensen zijn uitschot

ĉiuj homoj estas sedimento

kõik mehed on saast

ahat ng tao ay mga hamak na tao

kaikki miehet ovat roskaväkeä

tous les hommes sont l'écume

alle minsken binne smoargens

todos os homes son desagradables

alle Männer sind Abschaum

tout moun yo kras

dukan mutane masu kumfa

na kanaka a pau, he pelapela

tag nrho cov txiv neej yog pom tej kev phem

minden férfi söpredék

Allir menn eru óhroða

mmadụ nile nādighi ọcha

semua orang adalah sampah

Tá gach fir olc

tutti gli uomini sono feccia

kabeh wong sing uwuh

todos los hombres son escoria


a small table and chair had been placed beside the canvas. an opened laptop was on the table, along with a little card.

betty picked up the card. it explained that the laptop was opened to google translate. betty had already noticed that herself.

the card encouraged the patron to translate the phrases on the canvas into other languages.

betty did not know any language except english, although she could recognize a few other languages, like french and spanish, as themselves, when she saw them.

she began translating the phrases on the canvas into english, and quickly got the message.

they were all translations of “all men are scum” into various languages.

betty found this mildly amusing but not particularly informative.

there were other canvases and a few etchings on the walls of the room, which betty supposed were also the “uncompromising feminist art of daphne edwards-soraya”. some were abstracts, others were writing in languages betty did not understand, and some were in scripts she could not read even phonetically.

betty decided not to try to translate any of the writing on the wall with google translate, but to leave the room and look at some other exhibits.

as she was leaving the room a severe looking young woman with thick glasses was entering it, carrying a spiral notebook with loose papers and what might have been drawings sticking out of it.

betty wondered if the young woman was daphne edwards-soraya.

3. nestor sakato and john 23


Friday, June 23, 2017

betty goes to the museum - 1. a rainy day


part one of thirteen



betty was waiting for her friend janey but janey did not show up.

it started to rain.

betty decided to go indoors.

the nearest building was the museum, which betty had not visited for some time.

betty paid the reasonable entrance fee and went into the museum.

there were some posters on the wall describing some of the exhibits.

one said “the ultimate minimalism of nestor sakato”. betty did not think it sounded too promising, but then, she had only come into the museum to get out of the rain.

another, larger poster promised “the uncompromising feminist art of daphne edwards-soraya”. this was altogether more to betty’s taste. betty gloried in the name of feminist, and took every opportunity to proclaim herself one.

a third, smaller and barely legible poster that betty almost missed advertised “manuscriptism - new works of b b bashevski ”. this did not sound the least bit interesting.

picking up a little folder that contained a map of the museum, betty proceeded on her way.

2. daphne


Thursday, June 1, 2017

BRAVE NEW WORD magazine: ISSUE 5


ISSUE #5

Editors note:

This one was a rough ride. I don't want to get into the details but this time i had to deal with so many submissions that were inadequate to the magazine's concept I thought somebody was joking on me. That was downright discouraging. That's why this time I relied more on curated content than incoming submissions. It made a better issue.





I'm glad to present you the works of the following:

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Table of Contents:

  1. Gary Barwin - Miro's Sky
  2. Mark Young - Eleven poems
  3. Marco Giovenale - Six Glitch Asemic Pieces
  4. Sean Smith - Forty Weaves
  5. Angela Caporaso - Three collages
  6. Kyle Hemmings - Six text-visual combos
  7. Yrik Max Valentonis - Herstory
  8. Jack Galmitz - Three poems and one visual
  9. Nathaniel Horowitz - Three asemic pieces
  10. Glen Armstrong - Three poems
  11. Federico Federici - Six Asemic Scores
  12. Johannes S. H. Bjerg - Poems

    Friday, January 20, 2017

    inauguration day


    by corinne delmonico

    illustrated by palomine studios





    i don’t like trump.

    trump is bad.

    he is evil.

    he is dumb.

    and he is a big baby.

    if you took king herod and all the pharaohs of egypt and all the kings of babylon who threw the children of israel into the fiery furnace and nero and caligula and henry viii and rolled them into one you wouldn’t have trump.


    if you took hitler and stalin and mao and pol pot and vlad the impaler and bad king john and darth vader and satan and rolled them into one you wouldn't have trump.

    if you took albert fish and jack the ripper and ed gain and ted bundy and john wayne gacy and the yorkshire ripper and the beast of the andes and rolled them into one you wouldn’t have trump.

    and dumb. if you took all the people who ever put their feet in their hat and their pants on their head and made them into one they wouldn’t be as dumb as trump.


    and a con man. if you took every carnival barker and every perpetual motion machine salesman and every ethiopian prince or princess and every telemarketer and every murphy man and every con man who ever stood outside a bank and told a little old lady he just needed $2000 to take out 2 million and every one who ever sold an acre of swamp or desert in florida or mongolia or jupiter or mars you would not have trump.

    if you took every kid who ever bit the governess in the leg and every kid in the history of the world who said his daddy made more than yours you wouldn’t have trump.

    he is a bad person.

    oh, and he has the emotional maturity of a six month foetus who is mad because mommy drank a martini or smoked a joint.

    i don’t like him.

    how about you?

    do you like him?



    Wednesday, January 18, 2017

    farewell song


    by horace p sternwall

    illustrated by palomine studios






    in the depths of heaven
    the ocean roars
    shed a tear, shed a tear
    for the circus is no more

    *

    the sun sets over the highway

    the last track drives away

    the clowns watch the trucks disappear and head off to begin their new lives


    as panhandlers and fitness gurus and hedge fund managers

    all except one, chunky, the oldest of them all

    who is determined to find the last pie baked by the last widow on the last windowsill

    and hit donald trump or vladimir putin in the face with it

    the big tent has been cut up to make napkins at burger king

    the bareback dancers pack their bags and they too hit the road


    back to philadelphia and cleveland to get jobs as life managers and creative consultants

    the ringmaster and the magician make plans to start a maoist alternative to breitbart

    the magician’s apprentice goes back to a trailer park outside elko nevada to take care of her 12 younger siblings

    moe, the cook, lies down by the side of the road and cries


    manny and mac and mose, the roustabouts, enroll in management courses at the university of phoenix

    the elephants go back to africa

    the lions go back to mars

    the horses run away over the playgrounds filled with needles

    the lion trainer and al the acrobat hatch a scheme so complicated it can not be described here.


    suffice to say they will not settle for a few lousy billions

    ed the elephant keeper buys two bottles of wine and a chicken salad grinder, toasted, with cheese, and starts hitchhiking to the northwest territories

    alice the acrobat stuffs the trapeze into her bag, with plans to call it a work of art and get at least 15 million dollars for it

    they all make plans to meet again for a reunion at the arby’s roast beef outside las cruces new mexico in 2047