Gerard DiLeo
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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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Very Short Sermon on Recanting One’s Inhumanity to Man, From Someone Who Experienced His Humane Epiphany, Man-to-Man. Content Warning.
An inhumane man, to Man, looked ahead To change to humane, man-to-Man, instead So he gathered his faithful And preached so very graceful
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Y2K and the Imminent Digital Apocalypse
In 1999, my sister-in-law fretted the coming disaster with the changeover of computers from the 1900s to the 2000s. When computers were first developed, digital storage was expensive, so the dating scheme had just 2 digits, e.g., 59 instead of 1959. In this way, 2 digits of hard disk space were saved whenever a date was recorded or applied to each and every file being laid down on hard drives.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Valentine Day . Content Warning.
February is named after "februa," strips of leather used to whip the bare buttocks of infertile women during the Roman Lupercalia (wolf). This annual Roman festival was a fertility "Mystery," or secret rite, similar — or akin to — the Dionysian Mysteries and the worship of Bacchus, the god of debauchery, and Pan, a fertility god.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in History
Roy Hoi Polloi: A Rurality Play
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Everyman_(15th-century_play) Roy Hoi Polloi was an Everyman, living a coral life. Everywhere Roy went, he plagiarized. The religion he sought to invert everyone was the Church of the Holy Malaprop, teaching that only through maladroitisms could one malappropriate ablation.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
A Dime for Your Thoughts
He always kept his lucky dime in his right pocket. It had been a dime he had stooped down to retrieve from the sidewalk. That was lucky for him that day because, as he stooped, a large rod had been thrown from the underside of a truck passing by. The rod, as it happened, flew over his ducking head and lodged in the brick wall of the building he was walking past. It sat there in sinusoidal motion, the vibrations of kinetic forces dissipating with a warbling quaver that quickly became inaudble into the higher registers.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
