If it is not obvious on first instance, one might recognize a pattern wherein a common trope at Plastic Alto is to compare two dissimilar items with similar names. Wasn’t there a guy on Saturday Night Live who would have a whole book of these called “snake glitz”? I think the guy later befriended my former editor at The Dartmouth from Palo Alto —and whose parents I saw last night —of the exact same name —the father at least—the mother is Barbara like my mother— Jim Newton.
Anyhow, yesterday I snuck out to the movies twice: once for “Blinded by the Light” based on the memoir of a British journalist from Pakistan named Monsour or Manzoor rather (which itself deserves more treatment: it reminded me of my father); two, at the Balboa in San Francisco a screening of the 1924 German expressionistic film “hands or lack”; in the lobby was the famous publisher and cultural maven V. Vale. I bought from him a book of his photographs parentheses see above and a T-shirt that I’ll probably never wear with William S Burroughs holding a not quite automatic machine gun. And, come to think of it, I got in a conversation with the Persian woman about the depiction of Dash her name was Sahar like the desert dash The feature movie of a couple years ago or 10 years ago about the German radicals and the scene where loyalist to the shot were beating up the left or the young ex-pats in Germany. Excuse aggression parentheses I also tend to leave weird AutoCorrect‘s and well shaggy dog.
Or as Gertrude Stein would say: I write for myself and people stranger than myself.
So walking out of the Palo alto Square – which when it was being proposed was picketed by the Stanford radical Lenny Siegel later to be mayor of Mountain View and in fact on St. Patrick’s Day they did an exorcism to drive out the snake glitz.
I quickly tapped my phone and learned that Mansour had done some type of journalism about a famous large breasted and sadly dead woman whose stage name was Lolo Ferrari And real name Eve Valois.
So I am saying that if you pronounce Vive LN even make it sound Spanish like the tennis word for hitting a ball in the air, It is almost Homophonic (!) to the name of the publisher and Hance worthy of inclusion here at plasty. Which reminds me to lather on one more thought like that woman from San Francisco who kept a creation creation creation and then hard to move a large piece of weird art —She is the Carol Doda Of England or the perhaps Asian Carol Doda which also causes my synapses at least to ejaculate of “star 80 which was not about Jerry Rice who also is not Asian. But he does have amazing hands like Orlac — and I was likely the only person among the 75 or 80 in attendance upon seeing the bandage and thought “wrapped up like a douche“
another runner in the night. Edit to add: “Come To Think Of It” might be a good sub- head of “Plastic Alto”. Also: “Quotidian In Quodlibet”.