2023-08-26 ®equiem

2023-08-26      ®equiem 

 

(Y)our man the Italian conductor’s debut that five-lettered wordle is of so-and-so’s ®equiem, according to the hostess of (t)his Satu®day after before during and after it becomes another Sadurday Night and I Ain’t Got Nobody’s Afternoon at the Ope®a, streaming now on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here on the Mother Co®p ©B© ®adio Two, and seeing as it’s the closest thing to being / an ope®a without being an ope®a / itself, and this makes for the possibility of an auspicious / debut, st®eaming is all / we gots.

 

And as with the bits and bytes that make up the streaming audee from the Mother ©o®p, so too does the St. Lawrence River stream by as we do, bringing its’ tides in / and out morning noon and night, and making for a terrific backdrop and background for (t)his year’s st®ay©tion edition 2023 / The Bea©hes, ‘no time for the old in / and out’ (y)our man Little Alex, played immor(t)ally by the actor Malcolm Macdowall in Kubrick’s take on Anthony Burgess’ immo®(t)al novel A Clockwork Orange says it better before during and after a bout of hospital-bedside ‘Fill in the ©aption of the ©a®toon’ with that red-hot redhead shrink in that movie, and providing little Alex’s idea of what dialogue should accompany the picture of the d®oog sneaking out / the bedroom window as a scantily-©lad babushka looks on / longingly from her bedsheets, and the whole pas-de-deux depicted in all / its’ glo®y on the psychiatri© nurse’s index card, ‘I’ve only come to read / the mete®’, the old in-and-out is all / we gots.

 

Course a (wo)man could go / insane, doing nothing as we do but videe and audee the tides coming in and out up on out on up in here in the Bea©hes morning noon and night – ‘we’re all’, (y)our (wo)man their neighbor said it better to (y)our man ©in the humble(d) narrator of (t)his Take This Thing Back to Baltimem-moi®es and ®equiem, before during and after the(ir) annual pas-de-deux of a visit that five-lettered wo®dle to the(ir) neighbor’s all-seasons’ home, built as a boarding house back in the 19^th and continually being improved-upon as we do, and the original summer residence of the Llewop family back in the 20^th, before during and after (y)our man the(ir) grandpappy Pappy Llewop ®IP (f®ee ! flog, nice / spread) bought up some neighboring properties be©ause shrewd businessdude, ‘insane’ - ©insane is all / we gots.

 

‘I HOPE YOU ®OT’ read the ALL-UPPER©ASE letter sent to various members of the Llepow family back in the early aughts by the neighbor occupying the first of these properties, purchased back in the mid-20^th – and well you know / the ®est – and written before during and after the(ir) neighbor got to watch first-hand as the property went / to seed that four-lettered wo®d be©ause lack of maintenance and interest, the whole unfortunate episode re-reemed by the purchase of the once and soon-again-to-be lovely property to a neighbor for the princely sum of one dolla® be©ause fi®esale, ‘re-reem’ the ©ho®us to the ®ugby ©lub ©hoir practi©e hymn (hooker please, -id.) has it for when a chorister (wo)manages to mangle up / a ve®se be©ause all licquo®ed / up, and has to sing it again, only properly this time, ‘thyself’, ROTTING IN HELL is all / we gots.

 

Other properties – ‘houses’ they’re called in the Bea©hes by the Bea©hes folks – purchased by (y)our man the(ir) grandpappy Llewop back in the 20^th up and down the road on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here are the sorts of places that are given names be©ause ©lassy.  ‘Tall T®ees’ – the house inhabited back in the 20^th by their great-aunt of many summers, and later spared further ignominy as above following a decades’ worth of neglect by virtue of its’ purchase by a neighbor-savio® - name speaks / for itself, seeing as it’s surrounded by well, tall t®ees, making it an outlier if that’s the word amongst the other properties with their river-front exposures allowing for stellar visuals and cold cold nights both, ignominy is all / we gots.

 

Course next up as we head / East and as part of this Magical Myste®y Tou® of Houses of the Bea©hes, built back in the 19^th and 20^th and that are still a going / conce®n, is a hotel that five-lettered wo®dle !  Named after an obscu®e part or fief that four-lettered word in S©otland, the Kille©®ankie Inn – surely referenced elsewhere in the pixels and pages of (t)his Take This Thing Ba©k to Balti-memoi®es and ®equiem – was a 20-Plus bedroom ®oadhouse back in the 19^th and 20^th, when the guests would be after pulling up in a ho®se-and-©a®®iage, long before the days of the Provincial Highways and their awful inhabitants the automobiles, with the(ir) ®apey eyes (hooker please, -id.), obscu®e is all / we gots.

 

Now summer home for a month to (y)our (wo)man the(ir) sister Noslouc and family in July, the Killie©®ankie – known in sho®thand over the years and decades and centuries of course as ‘K®ankie K®ankie’ and ‘Killie’ and all / that – now hosts in the summer months a certain number of ®ando galo®e guests, as well as a weekly WTFednesday  after gathering of lo©al painters, known in the Bea©hes as ‘the A®tist’s Tea’, and hosted by (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Noslou©, god love her, innit god, and before during and after which the a®tists gather to present their painting from the week just past, and to wo (wo)mansplain / the same be©ause a®tists, ‘some people’ (y)our (wo)man the(ir) neighbor and fellow-artist (wo)mansplained her latest work last week at the A®tist’s Tea, a fetch painting of a seabi®d going solo that four-lettered word it was, ‘are / solitary, and some animals, too’, solita®y is all / we gots.

 

Thank you for reading this Take This Thong (hooker please, -id.) Ba©k to Baltime-moi®es and ®equiem..