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OMG, Wordle Is Like Bowling

In Some Games I Don’t Understand Purpose or Prestige

    I had a revelation a long time ago about Bowling. They had a TV show featuring “professional” bowlers. I watched a person who had perfect form, stance, and delivery — nothing quirky or erratic. He bowled all strikes, a perfect game. It was boring because he didn’t get to show-off his skills knocking down splits with very elaborate spin, speed, and technique for different splits. The hardest split is when the 7 and 10 pins are left standing after one throw. Each is in the back on opposite sides. There are no other pins near-by. So you have to throw real hard and just touch the edge of one pin in such a way that it bounces off the wall and flies across to knock over the other pin. But the thing is: if you’re really a professional and practice a lot, there is no excuse for NOT getting a perfect score. A given speed and form, spin or no spin, aimed correctly in the traditional pocket or off-target but with a violent spin and speed should always yield a strike. But, actually, I’d say that the 7-10 is really cheating because the idea of the game is to have pins in a chain-reaction knocking each other over — bouncing off the wall is not in the spirit of the game.
    Speaking about bouncing off the wall. I’d say that doing a statistical analysis of which letters are most commonly used in English for Wordle in order to choose a start word is too professional. The basic idea is to show your skill and literacy in the English language, at least as far as 5-letter words. So choosing a random or intuitive start word gives a chance for a 7-10 split, so-to-speak. But actually, I don’t think that essays with 5-letter words are that interesting. I think a mix of clean, sexy 4-letter words through to an 11-letter obfuscation is more likely to be an elegant 7-day wonder.
    Oh! I think we have two opportunities for psychology grad students to do studies. One would be to study whether there is a correlation between bad bowlers and people obsessed with Wordle. A second study would compare the success of three strategies:
    1. Psychics using their best intuition about what the next day’s word will be, and using it as the start word (or last word if successful). Or if clairvoyant, they could draw a picture. So, for example, if they draw a boat, you’d look for a 5-letter word for “boat” like YACHT.
    2. Best statistical choice of start word.
    3. Best choice-words from swearing bowlers (5-letter).

So what’s your best word for tomorrow?

P.S. with Spoiler for Wordle #446

P.S. I only just discovered this game early this morning ( Sept. 8 ) and I was totally confused about what I was supposed to do and why. I thought I was fooling around with some demo model or something. So, I thought, what the hell, I’ll take a chance with it, so I put in “fling”. No reason. Just wanted to see how it worked. So I got “L” in second position. Then I realized that everything else was wrong and eliminated. Then I thought about things that go with “L” as a second letter. That was very annoying — everything I thought of was not a 5-letter word like “always” which is 6, or alight(wrong by length and “i” is already eliminated. So I was mad because I was wasting time for nothing. Then, trying words starting with “SL” seemed possible. After more wasted time when I was about to give up, I entered “sleep”. With it revealed that “S” did not come first I eventually got to CLASS. That took so much time that I vowed never to do it again. Only after feeling totally humiliated did I realize that 3 tries is OK: fling, sleep, class.

Fauci Lasagna

Add Meat to Lasagna for Meaning and Substance

    When enhancing your culinary skills, do be sure to include a variety of meats. Here it is suggested that you obtain 4 Fruit Bats from the Seychelles Islands (Pteropus Seychellensis). Consult with a 5-star professional chef with masters degrees in Seychelles History, French and Italian cooking, and one with a full liability insurance policy for accidental poisoning (similar to the policy for Fugu chefs).
    Prepare a marinated fruit bat curry. There are many fine recipes such as this, but N.B. (note well), none of the authors of these recipes endorses or approves of these off-use prescription recipe alternatives. Be extra sure that you remove all the skin. Cut around the neck first, then the back and pull in the direction of the hind legs. Remove legs carefully according to Gray’s anatomy or similar book, and finish. Remove the sebaceous glands in the skin of the shoulders. The head and wings need to be removed as well as all the internal organs. All other glands that make for a bitter taste should be taken out. Consult with the chef for this, and ignore his screaming ( it’s good practice for a TV show). Be sure to wash very well to remove small bones. See that the chef gives you a certificate of completion before continuing to cook the curry. Make the marinade and wait a long time to avoid fainting. Once the bat curry is finished, set aside, but be sure to write in your notebook that the teaspoon of turmeric needs to be balanced by adjustments in the usual tomato sauce recipe for the lasagna. Some lime juice and cumin will do. Adjust to taste.
    After the bat has marinated for two hours in the refrigerator, turn on the oven according to the manufacturer’s directions and set at 375 degrees F (190 C). Check that you have a recently inspected fire extinguisher.
    Boil water but don’t have a cow or baby as in the movies. Boil the lasagna noodles as directed on the package. Drain and rinse with cold water.
    In a baking dish spread sufficient tomato sauce to cover. Distribute a layer of noodles. Crumble some Danish blue cheese over the noodles with a dash of lime juice. Carefully pour a third of the bat curry, and sprinkle with Parmesan and mozzarella cheese. Make a another layer of noodles and continue with tomato sauce, Parmesan, and mozzarella cheese. Continue layering until full.
    Cover with foil but don’t let it touch the food. Cook 25 minutes, remove foil, and cook another 25 minutes or less if the fire alarm goes off, or if there’s knocking at the door.
    As in all high protein dishes it is high in arginine. Or you can chew on some cashew nuts while you’re waiting, but don’t go for a walk because you might forget you have something in the oven, or you might get attacked by some crows or bats while near trees or caves.
    Let cool and settle. Exhale.
    While you’re waiting or searching for a fork, it is a good time to read some poetry. Some wine might help, but remember to use a pot holder for all later maneuvers. If you’re clumsy, don’t have wine, or have someone else serve. Caution: may be hazardous to dogs. Waiting for food to cool can be boring, so find some reading materials. Here is a suggestion, but before starting, make sure your dog is supervised and can’t reach the food.

Reading Materials On Which to Marinate Or Ruminate Thoughts

Funding Manslaughter for Science1
    by Douglas Gilbert

In the spirit of global comraderie,
the People’s Institute of Virology
is thanking you now in retrospect,
kudos for your Dr. Faust for funding us.

Yes, true
dealt a woo hand, the Institute
needed funding for naive research
we cited for comity and gains

Yes, we chortled and urged:
Give us your poor tired
huddled money for our
Gain-of-Function research.
We’ve got the bats and
you’ve got your Dr. Faust

Ah so beautiful the many stars
in the constellation of SARS

But the best of all in uniqueness
has a divine Spike protein, and
it shines brightly in the heavens
with a glorious furin-cleavage site

Spike the ball as they say
because you insouciantly
gave us a win; hegemonic
chaos, pandemic, and sin
for Yuēhàn Doe Pandora

The Confucians said
about chimeras that
the bat jester was
in charge of an
infectious laughter,

but it is as serious as
opening the gates of a zoo,
so the Director can take
money for hunters
to sample the bats
both ZC45 and ZXC21*

And it is said by Faust,
Funding manslaughter
is always a risk worth taking.

What a novel thing that
our propaganda wins

And the stars of SARS
shine brightly beautiful
for the glory of the party.

We infer a Confucius quote:
Learn first and give birth later to
the tyrant of the under-temple,
His Highness X Yuēhàn

Do not
make war; trust and just
leave bellicosity to us

Thanks Mr. Lefty Doe, history densely given
the decadent ones of the West, for
your hooligans praise us, and
we love them as much as
our ruffian farmers
in a fond Orwellian sense

Do not
make war; trust and just
leave bellicosity to us

Learn for peace that we are the Dominant Power now.
We are the wise humans of the Global Community
and you are the Neanderthals of Westerns with test tubes.

1 Douglas Gilbert, Faustti Poems and Jousts (New York: ISBN 978-1-387-90990-2 ), 2022, [Amazon: Faustti-Poems-Jousts-Douglas-Gilbert/dp/1387909908], pp. 13-15.

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In Penury, Let the School Waifs Be Illiterate With No Need To Count or Read

Roman à clef from the German vineyard. Crimes. Poetry.

Poetry and Stuff

A Remembrance from 2021

It hasn’t been long since the Caitiff Randy Winegarden condemned the school waifs to a life of penury for illiterates and left them to the Apothecary to buy their poison like Romeo and Juliet (Act 5, Scene One, lines 49-60)

by Douglas Gilbert

Back in the old days, Randi Winegarden, through her surrogates, ordered the government to keep the schools closed, and then after the chaos of zoom classes, ordered children who were not vulnerable to the virus to wear masks (even little children who need to see faces). An entire cohort of younger children will grow up not knowing how to read or do math. In less than 10 years, most of them will become criminals and fill the jails.
We present an extract from the past. We remember this from August 6, 2021:

Putting young children in masks is a form of child abuse…

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Poetry About Bubbles and Dogs

How Doggy Pookie Saved the Day
    by Douglas Gilbert

Doggy Miss Pookie, you jumped so soaringly
to eat the glistening bubbles blowing
and woof, when you made Augusta laugh,
the bubbles of champagne tickled her more

Seemed like
the soap wand was a magic wand
that made us playful
in a bubble of love
on that auspicious day
when I came to love the picnic
the day, and above all I still say:
I love Pookie, Augusta, and me
in a bubble like those in a
babbling brook, or in
the foamy sea, and
the soapy day is clean with joy.

We GMT-4 Folks Are Going to Have Breakfast at Sunrise and poetry lessons. Other places lunch or nothing

Who Is Awake for Children?

Children are told what is supposed to be simple. For example, “God listens to everyone.“. But if they go to science and geography classes, they might begin to ask, “How many people are awake at once, and how many are sleeping.” When a Mother rarely listens to her child, it teaches him that listening to one person is difficult. Listening to a billion people during the day is harder. Are we eating breakfast in silence or lunch or nothing?

Longitude

75 to 150 degrees East Longitude
seems needed to learn for a college degree
in the future

Mom,
we’re learning
longitude in school

At a moment
in the morning,
in the afternoon,
from India to Australia
five time zones,
a billion people
are speaking
at the same time, and
God listens to this
all at once?

Can’t you listen to me —
I’m only one

I don’t believe it

She’s giving me a note
to stay out of science and geography class,
says stop talking
do your other homework

We GMT-4 Folks Are Going to Have Dinner and in 35 minutes, Sunset for poetry lessons. Other places nightmares.

Who Is Awake for Children?

Children are told what is supposed to be simple. For example, “God listens to everyone.“. But if they go to science and geography classes, they might begin to ask, “How many people are awake at once, and how many are sleeping.” When a Mother rarely listens to her child, it teaches him that listening to one person is difficult. Listening to a billion people during the day is harder. In some places there are nightmares now.

Longitude

75 to 150 degrees East Longitude
seems needed to learn for a college degree
in the future

Mom,
we’re learning
longitude in school

At a moment
in the morning,
in the afternoon,
from India to Australia
five time zones,
a billion people
are speaking
at the same time, and
God listens to this
all at once?

Can’t you listen to me —
I’m only one

I don’t believe it

She’s giving me a note
to stay out of science and geography class,
says stop talking
do your other homework

We GMT-4 are awake now in the afternoon for the children’s longitude lesson in Poetry

Who Is Awake for Children?

Children are told what is supposed to be simple. For example, “God listens to everyone.“. But if they go to science and geography classes, they might begin to ask, “How many people are awake at once, and how many are sleeping.” When a Mother rarely listens to her child, it teaches him that listening to one person is difficult. Listening to a billion people during the day is harder.

Longitude

75 to 150 degrees East Longitude
seems needed to learn for a college degree
in the future

Mom,
we’re learning
longitude in school

At a moment
in the morning,
in the afternoon,
from India to Australia
five time zones,
a billion people
are speaking
at the same time, and
God listens to this
all at once?

Can’t you listen to me —
I’m only one

I don’t believe it

She’s giving me a note
to stay out of science and geography class,
says stop talking
do your other homework

Коли пісня вибухає

Коли пісня вибухає
Link to English Version

Деякі в притулку кажуть :
Лариса марення, оскільки…
— Вона каже, що її немовля, Людмила,
в бурхливі вуглину, хоче почути її батька
заспівати її, зачарувати
востаннє, і
зіграти для неї на віолончелі
бо вона буде музикантом
і в щасливі часи в утробі матері
почув тихий віолончель кохання
а для інших біблія:
«Моїй сестрі, я сторож?»

Ми всі воїни, каже вона
а Панас потребує мене до
любити кожну його пісню,
потребує моїх рук до
спочивай на струнах його серця
перебирання його ноти
щоб ми співали мелодію миру

Деякі в притулку кажуть :
Лариса маревний, і щоб помилувати
вона повинна залишитися, щоб захистити свою дитину.

Коли віолончель грає сама без оператора
це ділиться музикою, як гроза болю

Хоробрий музикант Панас
стояв на кутку
тримаючи пістолет,
дивлячись збуджений
дивлячись навколо
агонія сама в
печаль і смуток,
Panas поодинці
з його віолончель

За кілька хвилин підійшов танк
дюймів від його носа, щось на зразок того.
Оператор танка відкрив люк
дивився прямо на нього, але
не бачив нічого твердого.

але проти страху привидів,
він скандував путінську мантру
як вибриків диявола
і втік.

Тоді одна ракета потрапила на розі вулиці, але
— підтримав віолончель Панас
і інструмент грав «Моє кохання близько».

Лариса, його дружина,
який все ще обіймав Людмилу,
його світла дитина,
втекла з притулку
щоб почути чарівну музику.

Павло, російський диверсант
побачив Ларису і Людмилу, націлив рушницю
і він їх розстріляв
як довбаний ідіот
перетворився на демонську покидьок

Коли Панас торкнувся лука
всі струни полетіли і замотали
несподівано навколо голої шиї Павла, і
трагедія блукає, як прокляття.

але,
віолончель все ще вірно грає плаче
посеред фонтану перфузія сліз
і безголове тіло блукає безцільно
тому що воно втрачено там марно
де злі духи кричать

загублені душі

Все одно, Людмила
все ще бовкнути як a
дитячий дух війни
хто хоче почути
чарівна віолончель її батька.

Діти світу
заспівай їй колискову бо
солодка любов – це пісня
що настроює струни кохання
за веселий акорд уві сні

Меморандуми ангелів:
мертві кличуть вас співати
до нового поколювання
мелодія, і
втікати пропаганди,
зла какофонія

Знущайтеся з цього сварливого імператора, гнилого вовка
нібито грецький бог у російському одязі
який вважає Росію своєю трофейною дружиною,
а злі сирени — його коханки на горілчаних скелі

Вкрасти одяг імператора
і залиште це бризкання старим
Влад Сталінович Путник посадка та горіння
як космічний супутник
що впав у пекло вогняне.

Dansen voor de poëzie climax met gelach en gevallen gedichten

Gedichten over dromen

De dwaas gehouden droom

Ik denk dat ze het wist
hoe ze kon met betoverd geluk
spreek in mijn dromen,
schrijf het droom toneelstuk, en
vandaar kwam de mistige dag gekomen, dat
maakte me wakker zonder haar

Ik mis haar plagen losgeslagen
haar schertsende lachbuien
en naakte vreugde uitkleden
in dansen voor de climax
waar de sprongen van de liefde
steek het podium over naar
de vleugels van mij, en
we vliegen het theater uit
waar de blues zeworden
een geamuseerde blauwe lucht die
opent voor liefhebbers en
houdt de regen tegen tot
wij kunnen de bliksem zijn
en de donderkus
voorbij elke stormachtige dag.

Laat haar uit mijn dromen verdwijnen
en kom echt terug in mijn dag schijnen
en ik zal haar een toneelstuk schrijven, en
ze kan een regel toevoegen om over te steken
en ik zal er overheen springen.

Een cello neemt wraak

Gedichten overlijden

Oekraïne

“Wanneer een lied explodeert in Oekraïne” (Conceptversie [1])
   van Rasmus K. Robot
    Een vertaling van een gedicht van Douglas Gilbert.

Sommigen in de schuilkelder zeggen:
Larysa heeft waanvoorstellingen omdat…
ze zegt haar baby Lyudmyla
wil haar vader horen
zing haar in slaap
nog een laatste keer, en
speel zijn cello voor haar
omdat ze een muzikant zal zijn
en in gelukkige tijden in de baarmoeder
hoorde een zachte cello van liefde

We zijn allemaal krijgers zegt ze
en Panas heeft me nodig
om van elk nummer van hem te houden, om te voelen
mijn handen op zijn hart snaren
om zijn elke noot te plukken tot
we zingen een melodie van vrede

Sommigen in de schuilkelder zeggen:
Larysa heeft waanvoorstellingen, en
ze moet blijven om haar baby te beschermen.

Als een cello zichzelf speelt,
het is de muziek van de pijn.

De straatmuzikant Panas
stond op een hoek
een pistool vasthouden

Een tank kwam binnen enkele centimeters van zijn gezicht.
Een bestuurder opende het luik maar
hem recht aankeek
zag niets.

Een raket raakte de hoek, maar
Panas ondersteunde zijn cello
en het speelde “My Love Is Near.”

Larysa, zijn vrouw, wie hield nog steeds vast
Lyudmyla, zijn kind,
liep weg van
de schuilkelder
om de muziek te horen.

Pavel, een Russische saboteur
zag de twee, richtte zijn geweer
en hij schoot ze dood.

Toen Panas de boog aanraakte
alle snaren vlogen weg en wikkelden zich in
onverwacht om de nek van Pavel

Maar,
de cello speelt nog steeds zichzelf
in het midden van een fontein van tranen
en een lichaam zonder hoofd dwaalt doelloos rond
omdat het verloren is.

Verloren zielen

Maar Lyudmyla
huilt nog steeds als een
baby geest van oorlog
wie wil het horen
de cello van haar vader.

Kinderen van de wereld
zing haar een slaapliedje

De doden roepen naar jou
om een ​​nieuw deuntje te zingen, en
hoor niet de tiran’s
naakte propaganda

Bespot deze keizer
een vermeende Griekse god in Russische kleding
die denkt dat Rusland zijn trofeevrouw is,
en de Sirenen zijn zijn minnaressen

Steel de kleren van de keizer
en laat dit sputterende oud
Vlad Stalinovich Putnik naar
crash en verbrand
als een zwakke Spoetnik
wie viel in het vuur van de hel.