Saturday, November 30, 2019

Of Punning Penury

What's in a Name
Extra Pound called his friends, Rat and Kit,
not that he could've called them "Brad" and "Pitt,"
for these were nicknames, none,
but a calling for each one,
to take note of time and waste it not a bit.

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Friday, November 29, 2019


Of Physics
"Well, I heard lots of physics," whispered Rat Fink in disguise.
"And I heard loss of physics," whispered Kit Cat in his guise.
Of risky rat
Or frisky cat
depends our own unjustified, unherdable demise.


Thursday, November 28, 2019

An Alarmed Clock

My wife had been looking for a new alarm clock recently, but the one she initially found did constantly make so much noise, an insistent, whirring clamation, that I wondered if I'd even get to sleep in the first place!


Wednesday, November 27, 2019


Wretched Insights
Rat Fink, Kit Cat, and even Extra Pound
lay low in the mud, blood, and beer, and found,
that fighting a war,
like f**king a whore,
for better or for worse, was much as it might sound.


Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Post Haste

I dreamed last night the weirdest dream of my life. I can't recall all the details, but I narrated a story that I could see taking place before my eyes, a sort of tragicomedy, I guess, for the characters were engaged in manual labor when the machine they were gathered around began to lose its parts, one after another, each part shooting off with water-pressured force, killing somebody and leaving the next victim in the line of fire, helpless to escape his fate. Even a curious anaconda slithered out to locate the commotion and became the last fatal victim.

I hate to admit it, but the whole thing had me laughing in my sleep . . .


Monday, November 25, 2019

Odd Companions

Extra Pound And . . .
Extra Pound plowed around his new-found farm,
for what was there else to keep it from harm,
but a faithful rat
and a barnyard cat
whose fire-forged trust brought their foes to alarm.


Sunday, November 24, 2019

Wisdom and Courtesy

One often hears the following:
"A word to the wise is sufficient."
But I count seven words. Or is the one word "sufficient"?


Saturday, November 23, 2019

Dog Wood

Extra Extra
Extra Pound in a bound of abundance
Set his sights on some dogwood of substance.
He'd agreed, he had greed,
On that need, he'd concede,
But still held his head high under substance.


Friday, November 22, 2019

Overheard at the Defenestration of Prague

One workman to another: "I told them it'd never work. You can't get the entire city of Prague through this little window."


Thursday, November 21, 2019

Death Penalty

Poor Scholar

Alas, poor Yorick.
I knew him, Horatio.

Many a time had he
published and published.

But perished anyway . . .


Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Fading Heavy . . .

Pound Faces Up To The Facts
Pound's heart was a finally fast fading thump,
Thumpety thumpety thumpety thump:
Not long for this world,
But another whirled
By, with romance, danger and -- thump.


Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Fading Light . . .

Extra Pound Faces Up To The Facts
His heart was fading, thump by bump by thump, the old chump,
But one time he had been the Chumpion of the World, the Champ Chump,
Not of our old world,
But a parable whirled,
Filled with romance and danger, but with a taste for the old town dump.

A would-be limerick, but the rhythm's off . . .


Monday, November 18, 2019

Re-Try the Limerick

Though crimson and clover roll over and over,
and over and over and over,
The rhyme's not done well,
It's just gone all to hell,
Then it's right back to clover and over!

If Extra Pound were a farmer, he'd likely rather sing about fescue than clover . . .


Sunday, November 17, 2019

Overall Nonsense

Though crimson and clover roll over,
and over and over and over,
The rhyme's not done well,
It's just gone all to hell,
Then it's right back to crimson and clover!

If Extra Pound were a farmer, the above is the song he'd sing.


Saturday, November 16, 2019

Heard Tell They Say . . .

They say octopuses are so smart they can solve problems we humans can't. Yet, these eight-tentacled wonders live only two or three years! Sort of makes me wonder what the point is.


Friday, November 15, 2019

Carter Kaplan's Query

Kaplan's Query: "I wonder, could I possibly persuade/cajole/grovel/beg you to write about Emanations: Chorus Pleiades? You are denying the world your insights!"

Reply: "I would gladly write about that issue of Emanations, if I had the time. I hope to have the time during the winter break."

Jeffery Hodges

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Thursday, November 14, 2019

Absistence: Corrected Version

My friend "Kevin Kim" has let me know that I have been spelling "absistence" with an "a" (absistance) and an "e" (absistence). The correct spelling is "absistence."

Jeffery Hodges

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Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Meinong's Absistance

The Irony of Meinong's Absistance:
The page "Absistence" does not exist.
How ironic.


Tuesday, November 12, 2019

On Meinong

A little bit of Wikipedia's Meinong for my thinking . . . Meinong holds that objects can be divided into three categories on the basis on their ontological status. Objects have one of the following three modalities of being and non-being:

1. Existence: the material and temporal being of an object.

2. Subsistence: the being of an object in a non-temporal sense.

3. Absistence: being-given, which denotes being an object but not having being.

Certain objects can exist (mountains, birds, and so on); others cannot in principle ever exist, such as the objects of mathematics (numbers, theorems, and so on): such objects simply subsist. Finally, a third class of objects cannot even subsist, such as impossible objects (e.g., square circle, wooden iron, and so on). Being-given is not a minimal mode of being, because it is not a mode of being at all. Rather, to be "given" is just to be an object. Being-given, termed "absistence," is better thought of as a mode of non-being than as a mode of being.

Absistence, unlike existence and subsistence, does not have a negation; everything absists. (Note that all objects absist, while some subset of these subsist, of which a yet-smaller subset exist.) The result that everything absists allows Meinong to deal with our ability to affirm the non-being object. Its absistence is evidenced by our act of intending it, which is logically prior to our denying that it has being.

Much of that doesn't mean much to me, but more another time . . .

Jeffery Hodges

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Monday, November 11, 2019


Short Dialogue:

Someone asked me something like the following:

Are fictional characters such as Extra Pound real?

I answered, according to Meinong, yes, they have a degree of reality because we can talk about them as if they were just around the corner, describing them in great detail, such that they are recognizable when they appear from around that corner.

Someone else asked me what fiction could tell us about the nature of truth and reality?

I said I didn't know. And I added, "What can nonfiction tell us about those two?"


Sunday, November 10, 2019


Extra Pound Perambulates
Once as he ambled through Meinong's odd jungle,
Extra Pound encountered there a great bungle
Of two or three or five or four
Ontically unwanted objects or more,
Adding up to as much as a mungle!


Saturday, November 09, 2019

Trite Wisdoms

One "t" puts "here" in its place: "There."


Friday, November 08, 2019

Not a Limerick

Extra Pound paints some pretty good pictures,
But shows no one, so strict are his strictures.

(Rhythm doesn't work, and how would one know that Pound was painting "some pretty good pictures" if he wasn't showing them to anyone?)


Thursday, November 07, 2019

Surprise, Surprise, Surprise . . .

Good Boy
He proved himself an extra-fine-nosed hound,
That little boy in charge, that Extra Pound,
In sniffing fully out
What others lied about,
An extra-vaganza, all around!


Wednesday, November 06, 2019

Come (Back) Again?

Abscure Brutal Camera
Again against a gain against a gangster?
But butts abut a buttress!
Come cry quick a cripple creek.


Tuesday, November 05, 2019

Revised: Hardly A-Tall

Hardly A-Tall
Extra Pound in his mind was the greatest of them all,
Though he fought others hard for such mitigated gall.
In truth,
He was hardly in the running a-tall!


Monday, November 04, 2019

Is Gall a Drink?

Hardly A-Tall
In his mind, Extra Pound was the greatest of all,
Though he fought others hard for such gall.
In truth,
He was hardly in the running a-tall.


Sunday, November 03, 2019

Grave Footfalls

Grave Dancing
We pound the ground of Extra's mound
Until, un-tilled, that flat patch sound-
lessly joins
the joints
and stops the dancing game we'd found.


Saturday, November 02, 2019

A little bit of Meinong

Meinongian Doubts
Extra Pound was a womanizer, see,
Insofar as true fiction might be.
He called for his crown,
Slipped it on upside down,
Saw his kingdom wash out to the sea.


Friday, November 01, 2019

Mistakes were made . . .

The Dread Mammoth?
A mammoth, or a mastodon,
would first find out just who had won
A fight
In fright
At the dread sight of Extra Pound as Number One!