Pataphor – blazing sun


Scholar history: he (re)members – we, with the scattered shadows at their feet, more than usual, touched moonlight messages they sent to those sunbeams & marigolds, that clung to the walls and broken crockery.

She smiled. Her smile was a blazing sun – it walked into the room on spiked heels, punctuated with a refrain of oooos and aaaahhs, an exclamation point that stopped at the centre of the room. In the far corner, a frain of sooo and shhaaaa sulked up gin and tonics, like there was no tomorrow. The Apocalypse was Nigh midnight.

The party-goers bathed in the glow. Sweating superlatives, their skin baked and blistered, like euphoric eggs on the sweltering city sidewalk. The smoke filled their charred nostrils – their eyes teared up as pulsing blood boiled in solar exultations.

The fire department arrived with Shock and Awe – the band played on and on.




The pataphor , is a term coined by writer and musician Pablo Lopez, for an unusually extended metaphor based on Alfred Jarry‘s “science” of ‘pataphysics‘.

As Jarry claimed that ‘pataphysics existed “as far from metaphysics as metaphysics extends from regular reality”, a pataphor attempts to create a figure of speech that exists as far from metaphor as metaphor exists from non-figurative language. Whereas a metaphor compares a real object or event to a seemingly unrelated subject to emphasize their similarities, the pataphor uses the newly created metaphorical similarity as a reality on which to base itself. In going beyond mere ornamentation of the original idea, the pataphor seeks to describe a new and separate world, in which an idea or aspect has taken on a life of its own.

Like ‘pataphysics itself, pataphors essentially describe two degrees of separation from reality (rather than merely one degree of separation, which is the world of metaphors and metaphysics). The pataphor may also be said to function as a critical tool, describing the world of “assumptions based on assumptions”such as belief systems or rhetoric run amok.

Asemic Postcards 130-131

Dear Uncle Julius,


Smoke from the moonbeam sleep –

the sea is the night theorem;

Fearsome ineluctable dreams

cast their nets


forlorn slumberers.

Your Loving Nephew, Fishbane


Dear Salliequag,


This intransigent object world

can never outrun the sunlight.

Snowflakes –



distant watcher.


Bulls in the chimney-pots,

Brains of the Unknown

swinging us,

like frozen flakes,

on that stretched,



Your wandering brother, Fishbane

Case of The Long Gone Twin

Case of The Long Gone Twin

by Jacques Ohm Le Quig’Miresen.
Palindrome Picayune Press 2021.

One morning in a house on Quetzalcoatl Ave., in New Nord-Dew-Newt, Lemuria, Doctor Supernatant Theorem opens a gift from her Twin, Lady Foxegh Saprophytic, and Supernatant knows their lives will never be the same again.

Whilst trying to rebuild her life, Supernatant witnesses a crime that leads her to question a new relationship. She becomes obsessed with enigmatic stranger Thongor De Analogies. What is his connection to Foxegh, and why has he turned up now?

Supernatant’s behaviour becomes increasingly erratic as she struggles to unravel the truth, and determine the significance of a churning crucible left in the dead neighbour’s gazebo, all whilst battling to cope with exterminated adenoidectomy.

Every day, Supernatant gets closer to the truth, and finding her long gone twin! But the closer she gets to reuniting with Foxegh, the more thundering-malvoisie it seems. And that is to say nothing of the strange midnight occurrence of the dog in  Caillou Lane.

( Synopsis Source )

the significance of a churning crucible

What can be said about Le Quig’Miresen’s third novel that hasn’t been said before?

mourning in a house full of static  claumey,

steeple shadows cling to clustering souls.

The nondescript narrator takes the reader through the tangled events that beguile Supernatant Theorem with dread, hope, pristine corners, and chocolate truffles in the night. Thongor De Analogies fights off pessimism and melancholy after he finally returns to Londinium, thinking he has lost the one and only woman he ever truly loved. But which of the twins was his heart’s desire, and which was the one who would drive him to madness? All the clues are there, for those seeking an answer.

Needless to say,

sand, salt, and pebbles

lurk in a  sad heart broken –

where is the laughter?

– for further understanding  see:

Lachrymose or Hard-Boiled?