Le Révérend Docteur
- dances beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
- already rues the day he was born
- knows, pretty much, how it feels
- once kissed (the living, pre-Princess) Lady Di
- likes to imagine he can photosynthesise
- holds the greatest admiration for Mr Robert Forster
- takes it where he can get it
- offtimes prefers the former to the latter
- hears motion
- hasn’t seen ya in an age…
- doesn’t like to touch
- has yet to consult the I Ching
- loves to ride The Pony
- likes to talk of Lorraine; always back to Lorraine…
- values Life in all its manifestations
- *LOVES* bloons! and wants to squeeze thems longtime!
- has just discovered helicopter parents, type-A parents and overscheduled kids. There is more to come from this, Parishioners, ’tis a sad and powerful tale
- dreams of Las Vegas, pinky rings and prostate cancer
- has learned The Secret of The Lift!
- agrees there ought to be a prison for dudes who think they can make some happiness in this life…
- agrees that beer in the car, dude, is Total Sammy Hagar!
- wants a pile of fresh pillows in every room
- is as lost as plankton…
- has Endurance!
- continues La Lucha!
- mustn’t forget the gonzo paranoia brought on by Hunter S. Thompson in the ’70s, when anything was everything
- prefers the *larger* winged elephants; Intelligence, Patience, Learning and Courage
- remains gracious even in the face of his ghosts
- sure as Hell can walk down a mustang
- admires the depth and reach of the commonplace
- longs for a click of the sticks, a roll of the toms and a “Hello Bangkok!”
- is a little unsure about Demosthenes…
- does not dress “properly”, does not act “dignified”, rarely smiles – but is unfailingly polite
- has never, to his knowledge, been struck by lightning
and may be contacted at
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- omitting the garbage and inserting the correct symbols, of course…
Please include “Private Epistle” in the subject line.
Blessings,
Le Rev Dr
:)
Hi-Ho, Le Rev Dr, it’s me, Keith Wigdor!!! I just LOVE your blog and like how you visit old liquor stores to find those special old bottles of stuff to drink. I like to do the SAME THING in Fire Island where I party on the weekends with my cowboy friends. My favorite is to go to a party and to stick my head in the punchbowl and get drunk that way.
Please send me some money:
http://www.surrealismnow.com/pleasedonate.html
Thankyou,
Keith Wigdor, Surrealist
Dr Le Rev,
I also forgot to mention that I’ve got art for sale, which you should encourage all your rich friends to buy:
http://www.surrealismnow.com/artforsale.html
I made this art by cutting out pictures from national geographic magazines and then pasting them on white paper that I stole from my dayjob at Kinko’s. As you can see, I am Midas, in that I can take paper that’s worth less than a penny, and spin it into thousands of dollars.
Please support my cause! Please make me vewy, vewy rich! SURREALISM NOW!!!
Love,
Keith Wigdor, surrealish
My brother Keith is an idiot-savant! SURREALISM NOW!
http://www.surrealismnow.com/invitationtoexhibit.html
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Dear Brother Wigdor,
I, too, am a Great Admirer of National Geographic magazine and admire your Enterprise but cannot condone Theft -(Commandment #8).
Nonetheless, I would be pleased to view (and, perhaps, exhibit) some of your “surrealist” works.
Blessings,
Le Rev Dr