Wednesday, July 19, 2017

The New York Times Mail Art Project. Part Two.

My patio workshop. Looks like a meth lab.

My mail art project is now in its second day, and already I'm becoming obsessed with it. Mail art started out as a way for artists to send each other their work for enjoyment and constructive criticism. But I'm sending my mail art to writers who didn't request it and probably have no interest in it. Plus, I am mass producing my mail art -- doing three or four at a time. You'll get a whiff of the assembly line as you look at the following. Can there be such a thing as assembly line mail art? When does art cease to be art and become schlock? A means to an end, instead of it's own justification? This troubles me, but as I say -- I've become obsessed with it. Can there be any art if there is no obsession?

Donald Trump in One Hundred Years

Trump as a Novel: An Implausible ‘Soap Opera Without the Sex and Fun’

Nate Bartling

My Mate Nate YouTube gets in trouble w/Thai police for putting a coin on a railroad track

There once was a fellow named Nate

Who suffered a terrible fate.

He put a coin smack

On the railroad track --

The cops want him as an inmate.

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Nathan Bartling replied to my limerick on FB as follows: There is enough negativity in this world. We dont need more of it here in this group.

Of all the places that I get criticised for my videos, the last place need it from is church members. Thats supposed to be the one place we should all be able to go and feel safe.

And RM Jordan Smith had this to say to me on FB, too: Tim, I don't see the point of posting this here either. Nate has done great things for the Lord, TBM RMs, and the Thai people. It's sad to see you're willing to take a moment and dirty the great brotherhood that exists among TBM RMs

Sumittra Harichai also seconded Jordan Smith on FB, writing: I agree with you:) We are not perfect. We love you!Nathan Bartling

Monica None Painter blasted me as well, with an added threat: Timothy I think I speak for many when I say this post isn't really appreciated and we would like it taken down. Nathan Bartling is our friend and someone we care about and this group isn't the audience you are looking for for a post like this. Thank you.

Kong -la D Ratanawan made this sage observation on FB: Drama's farang is going on here.

And finally, Bruce L. Herr Jr awards me the ultimate social media accolade: I agree with the above posts, this is not the place for an internet troll to be posting this kind of garbage. Don't know Nate personally, but I have appreciated much of what he has posted and I assume he continues to be a positive voice for the church in Thailand.

Only one returned missionary from Thailand thought my original limerick was any good -- and he asked me not to use his name when he sent me this comment on pm FB: Nate Bartling is lucky he is not in jail yet. He is damaging the name of his church by being obnoxious on YouTube for the purposes of making money. He has done several videos that are offensive to Thai sensibilities, but he doesn't seem to care about that.

Let me amend that: I just got a FB pm from another old missionary companion, who wrote me -- "thought you would like the post about RM idiot "My Mate Nate"... from a very well educated Thai member in Bangkok you may know... look up "janjira sirisarn" post...I have first hand reports on how his actions have made missionary work difficult..."

Quite frankly, I think I should charge Brother Bartling for all the PR I am providing him with!

Due to this tremendous and overwhelming response to a simple limerick that was meant in jest but obviously taken in deadly earnest, I hereby submit a new limerick commemorating Brother Bartling's railroad adventure in Thailand:

let's all put our coins on the track

and never fear getting some flack.

it's just simple fun --

there's no need to shun

such people -- let's give them a plaque!

Problematic Journeys

Problematic journeys are the order of the day

When a saint expects to follow what the Lord will say.

Lehi left Jerusalem for promised blessings, though

His journey was meandering and some would say quite slow.

Twice he sent his sons back, for brass plates and bridal mates.

This tried Sariah’s patience as she worried of their fates.

And so it is today with all who follow Lehi’s bent --

We travel in a wilderness, sans gold but with a tent.

Help me, O great Jehovah, so thy trail I do not quit

When I see nothing up ahead but testing and sharp grit!

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Headlines & Verse. Tuesday. July 18. 2017.

CONGRESS FOOZLES HEALTHCARE REFORM. SO WHAT ELSE IS NEW?

The idiots who make our laws

Have fumbled without any pause.

Their efforts to fix

Have all come to nix --

so healthcare remains weak as gauze.

IN CHINA NO FACEBOOK SURVIVES

In China no Facebook survives --

It’s seen like a bad case of hives.

Their censors increase

The search for world peace

With freedom put into archives.

IN A REVEALING TURN OF EVENTS, SAUDI POLICE ISSUE APB FOR WOMAN SEEN WEARING MINISKIRT

There was a young girl of Riyadh

Who wore miniskirts like a bawd.

Religious police

Will not rest in peace

Until she is stripped of facade.

CLEANING UP THE COAL INDUSTRY IS NOT A TRUMP PRIORITY, WHICH MAKES ENVIRONMENTALISTS CHOKE UP.

While coal is a versatile rock,

Nobody is taking much stock

In future results --

Instead there are cults

That just want to burn it as schlock.

DID TRUMP JR HOLD OPEN HOUSE FOR RUSSIANS PRIOR TO THE ELECTION?

Trump Jr held a meeting that apparently was chic --

There were so many people that they stood there cheek to cheek.

Millionaires and spymasters and maybe Stalin’s ghost --

All showed up for caviar and scandal on dry toast.

He don’t remember just how many came that certain day --

It might have been a dozen (with more in the alleyway.)

There were no invitations and no guest list has survived.

And so the snooping media is tragically deprived.

It’s getting so you’re nobody if you were not there, too --

They’ll call it a ‘convention’ in the National Review.

The New York Times Mail Art Project

I know about a hundred reporters on the New York Times and other newspapers, and a few novelists, from emailing them limericks about their stories and then having them email me back -- usually to thank me and praise my nimble lyrics, but sometimes to tell me to stop bothering them. Either way, I have now launched a mail art project where I am mailing each one of them a unique piece of mail art. I'm doing it, among other reasons, to publicize the Provo Museum of Mail Art, of which I am the founder and current curator.

This will serve as documentation of my mail art project. I will also include any responses I receive back from reporters. But . . . don't hold your breath. After all, who replies to snail mail nowadays?