Count the Pigeons Count the Pebbles

I count the pebbles, I count the pigeons; for every pigeon there’s two pebbles: a pebble to pigeon ratio of 2:1

I’m not comfortable with the first composition so, I alter my position, so that the numbers add up, so that the pigeon to pebble ratio is 1:1

Then I get to thinking about a shotgun. How many pellets are there in a shotgun cartridge… all to kill one bird? And I must re-read the stone-sucking sequence in Malloy. I still remember where I was when I found out Beckett played cricket. Was Malloy a cricket umpire, one who’d suffered a close-range hit on the head from a cricket ball? And do cricket umpires still keep stones in their pockets… do they keep changing them from one pocket to another, over and over again, over after over? And pigeons, or is it seagulls, aren’t they sometimes hit – it is true, I’ve seen film of it - by cricket balls? 

Smoking Jacket

Dog's Heads Spotted

Spot The Dog

Black Spots, White Rocks

Count the black spots, count the white rocks...

To be continued...

Cave Behaving Like a Cave

Shapes of...

Alfred Jarry: A Big Fish

Alfred Jarry (seen on the right), the first pataphysician, was also a very keen fisherman who loved to fish the Seine from his beloved skiff. 

Jarry defined 'pataphysics as "the science of imaginary solutions, which symbolically attributes the properties of objects, described by their virtuality, to their lineaments". Look at the shadow cast by Jarry’s skiff. Jarry fished from a fish, was seriously pataphysical even when “in Seine”. I don’t know whether or not that other great pataphysician, Raymond Quaneau, fished, but his name is pronounced canoe. 

Through the Bamboo, into the Cave of a Canoe

Wall of Words