Photography by Empress Marie at “Beyond the Pale” today

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Haptic-visual poetry by Empress Marie Antonette (Saitama, Japan)

In her adventures, intrigues and secret missions, our Empress Marie has had to resort to using numerous aliases. Only the most observant Tenderfoots know that one of these identities was Cherry Blossom (absolutely true). This is the only clue we are going to give you.

The cat is out of the bag, and she is in yet another pickle: Our Empress is a very, very fine photographer. Her work appears (under yet another alias) on the “Beyond the Pale” blog today. Some say over that way was a fella who rode with the Gunslinger himself “the very same” that we often talk about as the inspiration for the Mink Ranch, but then you can’t know anything for sure and on the Dusty Trail best you keep your eyes ahead instead of in back. There are Neoists everywhere and as Rancher says, “Tis hard to tell what is and what aint.” But Empress Marie in the company of Slingers seems like a natural thing.

See if you can find the photos, and while you’re there enjoy the great mix of words and image:

http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/older.html

And seriously Tenderfoots! Yall, keep this under your 10-gallon hats now! The most worthwhile things are usually “the best kept secrets.” As Rancher often says: “The ranch ain’t on no map Goldy Sax and them boys knows of.”

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8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. minxuslynxus
    Apr 12, 2013 @ 23:48:28

    Oh my oh my. Just woke up and soooo many things happened while I was sleeping. I have to catch up with all those fantastic news. Quite incredible. I’ll be back….

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  2. minkrancher
    Apr 13, 2013 @ 00:03:22

    Empress, with the haiku & blossoms, I might just like this one better than the previous one.

    Your photos are just stellar.

    Of course we had to do this post up Mink Ranch style with aliases & cryptic references, Neoist conspiracies and Gunslingers or it wouldn’t be the Mink Ranch or MinXus-Lynxus.

    But wow, I am completely moved by that piece.

    Cherry Blossom for sure (I thought she had retired). She’s always part of you.

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  3. minxuslynxus
    Apr 13, 2013 @ 00:18:15

    As I wrote on Tom’s blog, the miracle goes on. I still can’t believe this. How many presents did I get this week? It was just a continuous present. Does that convey my gratitude?
    Rancher, thank you for the fab blog. Cherry Blossom is blushing and needs a million fainting couches.

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  4. minkrancher
    Apr 13, 2013 @ 01:31:14

    Marie, my God, you are “the innocent country girl from Alsace fallen in with bad company.” My experience in the company of poets is that they are an open and generous lot interested in ideas and creation. It’s comfortable. There’s respect for what people have done and thanks for generosity, but people are people. You have a lot to offer. You’ve done some great work that fits on the blog, It’s just people with deeply shared interests having a dialog. Relax! Take a break on the fainting couch!

    (At MinXus-Lynxus it’s Christmas every day.)

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  5. minxuslynxus
    Apr 13, 2013 @ 01:46:44

    I believe in being grateful. And in fainting couches.
    🙂

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  6. tom clark
    Apr 13, 2013 @ 10:50:00

    Gracias, De Villo, very kind of you.

    I look at Marie’s work in the arts of image and word as a divine blessing and happy triumph of the collective nonviolent trillion-synapse posthistorical aesthetic expeditionary force — an instance of the idle wishes and desires of the common many being channeled through the intense concentration and generosity of the uncommon few… who must suffer (though they’re probably secretly enjoying themselves all the while) the burden of genius for the rest of us, in order to provide us these great gifts.

    The hopscotching dialectic of apprehension probably contains fewer forward steps than it is comfortable for many people to acknowledge.

    It’s always been like this I think, the selflessness of genius burning itself down behind a screen which becomes transparent only in patches, the elusive light going on at the back of the cerveau only to quickly become dark again… as though it had been nothing but an ignis fatui. This now-you-see-it-now-you-don’t quality is the element of magic in it.

    Quand sera brisĂ© l’infini servage de la femme, quand elle vivra pour elle et par elle, l’homme – jusqu’ici abominable, – lui ayant donnĂ© son renvoi, elle sera poète, elle aussi! La femme trouvera de l’inconnu! Ses mondes d’idĂ©es diffèreront-ils des nĂ´tres? – Elle trouvera des choses Ă©tranges, insondables, repoussantes, dĂ©licieuses; nous les prendrons, nous les comprendrons.

    Arthur Rimbaud: Lettre Ă  Paul Demeny, Charleville, 15 Mai 1871

    I can’t find anything not to like in this remarkable oeuvre we have been given… though I suspect we have probably done little (nothing) to deserve such a present.

    An intelligent, attentive, dispassionate mingling of all the several physical and psychic senses, image and word recognizing each other in the dark wayside chapel of the back of the mammalian soul-brain, and saying, well, OK, I’ll stop the world and melt with you.

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  7. minkrancher
    Apr 13, 2013 @ 16:01:35

    Tom, thanks for the intervention at just the right time & with boombox tunes. Glad you could make a late-night house call to minister beside the fainting couch. This seems to have had a calming effect on the Empress, who can at times become overwrought and, after all, had an exciting week.

    My Cherry Blossom theme reflects another disconnection from nature; however, Marie did call herself Plum Blossom too at one point in time, but my metaphor is deconstructed somewhat as it should have been more flowery.

    You have left us a shining piece of prose above: A Rimbaudian spliced version of the MinXus-Projective Verse energy field rant filtered, even if a quick spontaneous composition, through the hands of a very fine stylist with an eye for the syntax that thus propels the content forward. We are honoured to add it to the canon. (Wait the MinXus logo says “No more canons; no more movements.”

    So shall this monument stand as a MinXus relic among the relics of MinXus towering battered above the hypertext wastes so the curious & bewildered traveller will behold The Glory of MinXus: “Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair.”

    Great fun, you two. Life is hard and respites welcome. This has been an interesting week, a fulfillment of “My Dream.”

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  8. Dark wall
    Apr 13, 2013 @ 19:47:47

    “The miracle goes on….”

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