A Swankee Dandy Doodles: Piffle, Pith and Pincurls

By David O'Leary

From random phrases, ideas, and observations and some finished poems and lengthy monologues, I managed over a period of almost a year to mine and extract "through a type of fishing" the current collection of writings contained in this book. It coincides and walks hand in hand with my belief that poetry is a form of coaxing the heart of language out of hiding places and beating like a drum in public spaces so that we all may feel the full force and vigor of its romance. To transport them from the black and white world to the wonderful world of color as Walt Disney did on television, to challenge diamond miners to become jewelers, and mines to become treasure chests.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503513716

David O'Leary

After attending high school, I was accepted at Madison University of Wisconsin where, for a short time, I studied philosophy, Greek history, and classical music. Afterward, I traveled for several years, living and working around the United States. I returned to Milwaukee to attend UW Milwaukee, to study art, design, film, and dance. After two years there, I took advantage of an opportunity to live in London with friends for three months while attending lectures and tours of various galleries and museum. Returning to Milwaukee, I began painting mostly in oils on canvas and exhibited at the Leo Feldman Gallery on Milwaukee’s lower east side. While devoting most of my time to painting sculpture and collage, I had consistently maintained notebooks, sketchbooks, journals, and diaries from a very young age. These texts also shared bindings with the ink and pencil doodles, which I encourage you to bring to life with colored ink and colored pencils. You are also invited to photograph your creations and post them to me either by US mail or electronically for possible inclusion in a book of said creations, which, depending upon response, we could be responsible for bringing to public’s attention. Perhaps it may be entitled Flash Doodle, although the title may well be decided by the greatest amount of similar entries, for one, by correspondents. I may be reached at [e-mail] or 3717 E. Ramsey Ave. #119, Cudahy, WI 53110. Many thanks and best wishes.

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Contents

Portrait One

Embattled Angels

(The) Circus Melancholic Cup (Venom and the Rock)

Silence for the River

The Algorithm (sic) of Astonishment

The Ripening Will

Rise and Shine

Surprise and Dream

One Word

Cologne (a fragrance sometimes)

Sunday        A Run        A Vacation Silly

Rock by Rock

Since we can we might what a fright

A thought about - by

Whoosh

OPAL

The play pen of Pnom Phen

*Peep of day boys hat

St Nicholas (day of dreams)

When you look    you earn seeing

A resonance of echoes

Twix - the helix    time and twine

Stop that’s my brain tumor I

Thunder Lightning Distance quiet I

The milk of human kindness

Hunger Past Midnite

So it is Written

Stop that’s my brain tumor* II

In Silent Beauty

About

Patient Summer

The Beauty in the Bell

See and Say

The Wishing Winds and Many Wands

Why we Love I think

Read Tears

An In Animate    Well… to Will oh well

If St. Nick was Swedish and his name was Cody

Zero

The Universe is complete

In the Ether:

Sunrise

The Stir (up)

The mysteries of Paris and Eugene Sue

One Voice

Too one

…Along the Way

…. And all these too

A Reason to Believe

(Interlude)

A thought– for all we know

Justin

Consciousness and light

Consciousness of music

Treasure without measure

February twenty-fourteen – Note to Cody

An Auerbach At A time

An Auerbach At A time And A dream we shared

Surfer Skater Biker Boy Jay Adams 1961-2014

Vincent

About Some Thing in February or March

Where the sun rises, how it travels and descends

Portrait Three

The Sentinels of Sleep

The wish    the want        and the wherefore

Milton Change Your World from mean dreams to memories

Pevensie of Privacy or what goes into the wardrobe comes out in the snow

Beginning to Finish

Thunder Lightning Distance Quiet

The unspeakable Height

In someone elses shoes:    A poem

Rap City Livin’

The Sandbox of Sanity or Thoughts of August at Twilight

Love is Never in Miniature

The Cricket Sound a Sleep

Tempest in Eternity: The Carbonata

The Simple Machinery of Moonlight Thinking

Structures that you think of maybe

The Architects

Where to go …What to do

Beauty

Love Resting in the Heavens

Evergreen and Eternal

The Intentions of Love and Beauty

Motion throughout

Two for one Thoughts (Thoughts)

Ice Age This Age Next Age

Howl redux

The Lazy Winters of History

As morning comes

Blowing up or Popping Balloons

A brief conversation between Socrates and Eryximachus

The Eight Basic Remedies

The Prismatic Glint on Snowflakes

A Love Affair Complete with Tears of Joy and Tragic Sadness

Because you are beautiful

Dream to Drama - Dreamorama

Joshua        Pages

Moments we Live

Pincurls are Bouncy and Fun

Pray and Listen

Souls in Autumn Ways

The Peccant Pincurl

The Sun at thirty

Acknowledgements

For:

Aaron James Teahan Webber; Dr. Gu Zhen;

Randy Wander and all Pets Everywhere.

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Innocence One

Portrait One

Understanding that you are god.

That is the dream while you are awake

and the reality while you are asleep.

And it is the most enigmatic and inexplicable

truth of our existence

unenviable, without conceit.

from the Journals of David O’Leary 2013

"Never be afraid of foolishness

only of pretension.

Whatever I have I must use

painting, poetry, prose.

Not proudly think it is not good enough

and so lock it inside for fear of laughing

or sneering.

Casual Bonhomie - built on a lie -

the lie of pretending that

one feels no deeper

one pretends to be a dear little machine

when one is a devouring Flame.

It is as if care and love

were too exhausting

too constricting."

Excerpted from The Journals of Denton Welch by Denton Welch

B. 1915 D. 1948 Edited by Michael De-la-Noy

Embattled Angels

Imagine -

                        What John said

Have a beautiful day!

                        What Todd said

Where is your mind at?

                        What Harold asked

Is it time for break yet?    Said Don

Looking at his wrist watch with a smile

He’s in the Republican party but

                        What Rob said or meant

DETAILS

DETAILS

                        Question:

Did you go to film school?

              Answer:    Quentin Tarantino

I went to filmS, c(h)ool.

A treacherous, sadistic hussy

What George said

-For you-

                        on the occasion of your

                        leaving-

                                          Come back –

                                                            Joshua

                        Sit Please

May Thirty-First    Nineteen-Ninety-Seven

(The) Circus Melancholic Cup

(Venom and the Rock)

I am the latch

            on Pandora’s box

the chimney from which

            rain clouds come.

I am the cork on

            the genii’s lamp

the intoxication of wine

I know the nose bleed

of the first crushed face

            and the lepers anguish

Stark poverty is my main stay

We do not dream of immortality

Infinity escapes us

The full moon        the quarter moon

even the new moon

guide our nights

            and pull our thoughts

        while we sleep

A dream is not heaven sent

our heaven is beyond dreams

Honey bees know this

as the Queen bee

            knows her drones

    I am the King Bee

the offspring of pollen

        Collect Honey

    the Queen commands

and mankind is sweetened

            Sweet thing

the heavens know Honey

Pollen        Honey and the venom of the bee

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Jonny Lang

Silence for the River

Still, tender eyes cry gently

across soft cheeks to trembling

lips that should be tasting honey

Each well intentioned word and notion

betrays the overturned emotion

The twisted silence interrupts

the River Phoenix Rising

All thoughts absorb and all souls harken

to endow that which they labor to endure

With some surreal beauty outside

the suffering and pain of Halloween

and there are moments in communal

eyes when fortune smiles upon them

but many more when darkness reigns

and joys may not console them;

Then ragged truth has its harsh torment

that same host    The callous

wears the shoe        So

that in the end the truth may

bring some comfort, perhaps indelicate

and cold        That this last joyous

treasure of past youth will now

live never old and will, with

gracious warmth surround

warmth near and dear

enough to stay the cold

and be received into some

great, good heaven

being sweetness there.

Nineteen ninety-four two thousand fourteen

The Algorithm (sic) of Astonishment

Son of the Photon

                  Electric Father said Pater

in the name of the photon ¿qué?

The newtron and the pop-i-tronic ¿A que sí!

Interests beyond the light bulb

back lit, fore lit, literature aside?

Paper anyway lewd and tact? le

and         hymn Knot        in the    V-room

The public is the private sexter aside

piracy and privacy publicly apply first

protected by copyright     copy

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