Alternative Realities: Mass Media Clues

 

 

Looking at Mass Media artifacts ( plays, book & movie titles, pop culture tag lines) through a Mandela Effect – Mandala Mirror, we find a list from an alternative history.

 

 

Titles

Harry Potter and The Philosopher Stoned ! – from the fantasy series by J.K.  Leary

For Whom The Bell Trolls  – historical novel about the Nordic Civil War by J. E. R. R. Hemingway

Prides & Prejudice – H. R. Haggard’s epic  verse novel about class structure and the British-Hungarian African Empire.  Haggard’s tragic hero, Lord Darcy Greystoke ( Tarzan of the Lions ), represents the African European identity at the crossroads of a new century.

Sons and Loafers  –  self help/autobiography by G. K. Chesterton about growing up in the family bakery business.

Oklahoma Crude !  – first Hollywood 3D Musical was directed by Carrie Fisher.  Fisher’s screenplay & triumphant adaptation of the beloved Broadway Musical by Lenny Bruce and Richard Rodgers started the new era of film musicals.

The Good, The Bad and The Bigly  – political thriller movie  directed by Alfred Hitchcock

Star Wars: The Last Deli –  the final  part of George Lucas’s Broadway musical trilogy about New York ‘s great Chefs.

The Maltese Trashcan ( The Age of Art Deco Noir 1920-1957 )  – art history text by Ivanka

Arsenic and Old Origami – Louis Armstrong’s ragtime operetta about the birth of the Civil Rights Movement & Trade Unions during the 1937 General Strikes led by the North Western Origami  Workers.

Hamlet, Prints of Cranes  –  Collodion Photography, Cyanotype Art & Poetry by Akira Kurosawa, translated from Japanese by William Shakespeare

 

 

Tag Lines, Phrases & Slogans

 

In Space no one can hear your WIFI Stream

Just Stew It

Frankly My Dear, I don’t give a Hydroelectric Dam

A Diamond is for Drilling

All the Chews that fit with Mint

The Seven Purple Sages of Man

Stray Palms and Carry On Ragtime

I’d walk a mile for a Caramel Malt Shake

Smelts in your mouth, not in your hands

Please Don’t Squeeze the Chairman

 

Bill Hicks’s clone is alive: An Implied Space

Bill Hicks‘s clone is alive

(a radio/YouTube Truth Seller)

The Ontario Canada Connection

(not Grimsby – See War of 1812)

makes you question

“The Official Laws”

&

Why Blind River ?”

 

     

 

water runs downward –

catching thoughts splashing upwards,

rocks of doubt now smooth.

 

  

Ukraine looks to Canada –

Help –

Modernize Military’s ‘Soviet Mentality!”

Now – just

Consider Crimea & The Spanish Netherlands

Can it be anymore Obvious ?!!

Look at the coastline.

False Flag 1DF !


Distant lands call out

the very thought of you now –

remember me please.


Bill Hicks’s clone believes

he is reincarnated –

Isabella Clara Eugenia.

 

 

remembrance of things,

past knowing eyes, many names –

multiple faces.

 

 

But who is Alex Rosencrantz G. Jones, really ?

A Performance artist & Existentialist Playwright.

( Eugène Ionesco psychodrama by way of Bio-engineering)

Excerpt from his Most Recent Work:

Lines from a-n on/going Campai(g)n[e]

( Staged Scenes in Free Verse )

Alas, I can not rotate,

distance still equal to zero.

It depicts the Solitude & the Insignificance;

Off Human Existence,

steps Truth in a tangible way. – The President

 

Letters & small dogs,

it’s like the Hò Hao Oho. – The Attorney General


Walking in summer sunshine,

a white-washed provincial village,

under intense blue sky,

pebbles caught between my toes

like alternative Fractal Factuals. – The Chesterfield Counsellor

  

I have been a surrogate,

at The Thyme Oar Two,

Oh, that rowing campaign.

I did not have communion

with The Spanish Netherlands,

while getting out the boat. – The Attorney General

  

The Thyme Oar Two,

excellent drinks,

the dancers wore out

stalkings.

Communion –

I am not a believer.  – The Slavic Ambassador


To stay where she is fýgar,

immigration powers ply the pylons.

In Calais the children

skip stones across the water.

Pipe Marches to the beat

of the Various Rich,

as the Interior sleeps

the way of the previous thrush. – The President


  Shocking. – The Chesterfield Counsellor


Criminal. – The Slavic Ambassador

 

Conspiracy. – The Attorney General


So sad. – The Public’s Persona


I laughed when you said,

you were leaving.

It never entered my mind. – The President

  

There are seven days in a week. – The Public’s Persona 

    

The ceiling is up. – The Chesterfield Counsellor

   

The floor is down . – The Attorney General

   

 I have several children. – The President

 

I have several children. – The Attorney General


I have several children.  – Unnamed Actor who looks like President

  

I have several children.The Slavic Ambassador 

 

All stupefying,

as they are All,

so indisputably True.

Who knew it was so complicated ? – The President

 

Let me check my phone.

I am getting my origami

confused with cross stitch. – The Chesterfield Counsellor

   

Theatre that invokes

an imaginative Truth

expels false facts

fogging facile faculties,

greatly held units,

and /or property of Hama. – Unnamed Actor who looks like President

People crack.

Make your removed I

by extension as

an extensive frozen field/forest

trekking away.

Footprints white/blank

filling up with hope/fear. – The Public’s Persona

  

You look like the man. – The President

  

What man ? – Unnamed Actor who looks like President

   

You do. – The President

Hoodoo ? – The Public’s Persona


Fidus Achates” – the Prompter.


We all know that line, but which character says it ? – UFO Janitor.

Characters exit to applause. After applause ends and all is silent, the Audience then enters and takes their seats. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those Cherry Blossom Midnight Tuxedo Blues

 

The Three Sister Moons laughed down on The City of Baj’Haii as Geo-Grange Safaris, private investigator to the Hash Tag Celebrities, entered The Hemophiliac’s Intersection – where the blues hounds go to bleed. The club was packed as usual – Monday through Saturday were all a haze of blues days at this spot. The crowds would have shown up Sunday, but you could never find the club on that day, except in Octember, which was a month and a half away.

Up on stage the ghost/psy-loop of Patsy Cline was doing a duet with Big Charlie Freelance Husky-Paw. They were singing The Cherry Blossom Midnight Tuxedo Blues. Paw was wailing it out, while he flicked those keys – it was all piano stairs up. Patsy’s voice haunted everyone’s heart.

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So, we burned the desire for happiness,

headed to the pillows,

starting from the place

we started in every morning.

 

Behold the past,

the past participle of yesterday,

weeping on our shoulders.

 

A cold castle in protest,

Hungry with assumptions,

Let’s make misfortune smile

at our midnight kisses –

thought those embraces

may always be more unhappy anyhow.

Just a different name

for –

those Cherry Blossom Midnight Tuxedo Blues.

 


Geo-Grange saw Spider-Sally Fourth standing by the bar. He nodded his head in the private investigator’s direction as they made eye contact. Making his way over to Spider-Sally, Geo-Grange saw others that he was acquainted with, TBH Night, Tallow & Wick, Drum-Yeller Alberta, and Diddley Squatter. All souls looking for the blues to bleed out their sorrows and forgotten dreams.

 

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“Wondered when you would show up. Sorry to hear about, Pluto, Chowder-head Mic loved that dog.” Spider-Sally Fourth shifted on the stool as he put down his drink – the usual Spiced Ripple Metafisika. They all applauded as the song came to an end. Spider-Sally’s jade holograph gown showed off his mega-form, his legs going from here to fading memory. His steel grey optics flashed neon mauve as he took in Geo-Grange, “So whodunit this time ?”

“Still pulling it apart. Maybe The Butler.”

“Thought he uploaded.”

“Always the residual echo. Besides, I think something took out The Embassy.”

“Leaving a famous founder, as an understanding of his majestic understatement ?….. That sounds harsh. Besides, I never cared for semantic waltz fandangos . I hope it is the last two leaves that falls at Moon-rise – the Ohm Monger is still a safe bet, even though at least a little titlist in my opinion!”

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Geo-Grange looked carefully at Spider-Sally Fourth. His response was emotional, even for him under the circumstances, always had a soft spot for pets & pet owners, especially dog owners. As he mulled this, he sipped his drink, Moose Mile Vodka, and let the song drift in his ear from the stage .

Didn’t you ask in those 70s,

whose stars are far away from my pillow?

Well, I am tired now.

I will return to you on any day

that it snows in the desert of your desire.

 

Sang my heart out

with a torrent of dry tears,

when the branches clung to evening.

 

I will live without your love –

Home is found in the sky –

may you rest in that large crowd

of narrow schemes –

promises made of broken pavement.

Oh how I miss your frozen eyes,

and frosted kisses.

 

As Geo-Grange turned to look at Spider-Sally, an incandescent ripple spread out over the patrons at the bar. Mezo-cinq Tract, professional photo-bomber, shouted out his birth code and fell over – dead by drowning. Water gushed out from his now pale blue lips. A very small purple catfish flopped about in the thin pool of water – not part of the regular menu. Spider-Sally Fourth was nowhere to be seen. Through the growing murmurs, the sound of a barking dog. Pluto was sitting on stage next to the body of Drum-Yeller Alberta. 

Note: Spider Sally Fourth Composition derived from photograph by Josue Bieri on Unsplash.  If anyone can not get the tune for one of the songs feature in this narrative out of their head, please contact us and let everyone know what it sounds like.

 

The Hemophiliac’s Intersection at Pixie Plenitude

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Above The City of Baj’Haii, the first of the Three Sister Moons was unveiling herself. Geo-Grange Safaris, private investigator to the Hash Tag Celebrities, was just finishing his decent meal and a drink, while great jazz filled the air of The Doppelgänger’s Epistrophy. No point checking the time, most of the clocks were still stuck at 11:01 a.m. – or they were having an identity crisis. It was about time to chase down the clues.

The private investigator made his way to the bar, and put down his recently acquired postcard. Eyeing the postcard, the bartender directed her four eyes at Geo-Grange.

You want to know what happened to the dog. The pooch sang the blues and got a gig at The Hemophiliac’s Intersection.”

“Any other tips ?”

“You’re the customer, you should be tipping me.”

“Love to, but my mother said I should save myself.”

Well remember what they say in Aztech’Haii, fiddle while gnomes burn and nobody gets any Déjà vu.”

I’ll try to remember that, if I hear it again.”

You just do that – the next time I tell you.”

 

the-hemophiliacs-intersection

 

Geo-Grange picked up the postcard and left a ten quid’kii for her troubles. There would always be troubles with a case like this, and there was no way of knowing who would be collateral damage, like silver swan feathers in the night sky.

 

He made his way down Pixie Plenitude towards The Hemophiliac’s Intersection – where the blues hounds go to bleed. Pixie Plenitude was filled with the regular mix of tourists, wannabes, winnebago-toxies, wizards in waiting, the real deal tango fox-trotters, and all the other street life trying to co-exist in the stream. Some of them were his past clients, so they ignored each other – better for business that way. Others knew him by reputation, so they ignored each other – better for future business that way. The rest didn’t know him, and fortunately for them, they also ignored him.

down-pixie-plenitude

Just before he got to the end of Pixie Plenitude, where The Hemophiliac’s Intersection usually sits on Mondays, Smiling S’Sound-rheim slides up to him with the old Bahlee’Haii .

“Now the ice-fog is clearing and the mantra-mist has lifted, the bright moons will penetrate the billows of damp vapour touching the glory of things beneath the world.”

Geo-Grange looked at S’Soundrheim, the fire frost eyes glittered with yesterday’s shadows.

Do I hear a waltz, or is it just the time of the cuckoo ? By the way, you should see a barber.”

Smiling S’Sound-rheim took a vermilion tarq cigar from a pocket in his sapphire vest, bit off the end, lighted it with a snap of his fingers, and puffed a cloud of fragrant amber smoke into the air. He looked about before responding.

“Where the blues hounds go to bleed, you will find postcards from the edge. Take this and give it to Evening Primrose.”

 

the-hemophiliacs-intersection-at-pixie-plenitude

 

He slipped into the flow of the crowd, leaving Geo-Grange holding the bag – made of brown rice paper, very rare. Looking in it, Geo-Grange saw a garnet Neg-lace . Easing the Neg-lace into his pocket, he proceeded down Pixie Plenitude and entered The Hemophiliac’s Intersection – he knew there would be blood on the floor before the night was over.

Like Autumn in Baj’Haii

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The City of Baj’Haii in the early days of warm seductive Autumn – The three moons hung palely in the early morning sky. It was the start of a crazed week for Geo-Grange Safaris, private investigator to the Hash Tag Celebrities . On Monday a friend’s dog was killed by a hit and run driver. Tuesday the body vanished from the Vet’s – and on Wednesday so did the Vet. There are questions. Thursday there are death threats, and a new pet. Friday arrived and the Mojo Cinema Cafe was fire bombed by the missing Vet, who then conveniently dropped dead from being drowned. Things were starting to get complicated – nothing quite like a warm seductive Autumn in the City of Baj’Haii.

 

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After a quiet weekend, Geo-Grange Safaris, private investigator to the Hash Tag Celebrities, received a postcard from the deceased Vet – who he had never met. The front pictured The Doppelgänger’s Epistrophy, great jazz, decent food & drinks – the note on the back directed him to see a distinguished professor of ancient history. It was the same professor who had been shot dead, along with the watchmaker whose death stopped all the city clocks at 11:01 a.m. that Monday . Now there was a clue.

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Geo-Grange made his way along the Great Canal that meandered through Baj’Haii. He turned down Green Moon’ Veil, the shortest walk to The Doppelgänger’s Epistrophy, great jazz, decent food & drinks. Back in the old days, before the Big Glitch, a brilliant young concert violinist had disappeared after an impromptu performance at the jazz spot. Her husband, a performance artist and member of The Orange Chutney Moon RE-sistance ( dance, mime & temporal displacement music ), also disappeared. Funny thing, those disappearances were never solved. Still funnier, her uncle was the now dead distinguished professor of ancient history. Outright howler – drowned terrorist veterinarian was the husband’s cousin. If any of them were related to Colonel Mustard, Geo-Grange was going to take a much needed vacation.

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Jazz fiddle vibes danced out of the doors of the The Doppelgänger’s Epistrophy to greet him . He was hungry, at least they had decent food & drinks to go with the great jazz.