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Orange Cars by David F Parmenter

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Kinda a goofy cover... just a bunch of guys standing around trying to look tough, all of them with masks on.

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For madness in great ones must not unwatch’d go

"For madness in great ones must not go unwatch'd", a review of 'The Motive and the Cue', screened by the National Theatre Live in South Africa, on 30 and 31 October 2024.

THE readiness is all: Sir John Gielgud (Mark Gatiss) and Richard Burton (Johnny Flynn) as director and performer of Hamlet in The Motive and the Cue. Photograph courtesy nationaltheatre.org.uk HAMLET: THE LITERATE world’s equivalent to Van Gogh’s ear or Beethoven’s Fifth. It contains all the must-haves in a great story: love and suicide, murder and ghosts, guilt and recriminations, and…

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Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Art Digest, revue de poésie, N°12, avril 2024

« Sing Song », Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Art Digest, N°12, avril 2024, édition papier et kindle, URL : https://feversofthemind.com/2024/04/24/now-out-fevers-of-the-mind-issue-12-national-poetry-month-2024

Le numéro 12 de Fevers of the Mind Poetry, Art & Music célèbre plusieurs grands morceaux de poésie de Fevers of the Mind au cours des dernières années ainsi que de nouvelles contributions : David L O'Nan, HillLesha O'Nan, MS Evans, Scott Thomas Outlar, Anne Paulet (Scripta 21), Angela Kosta, Rachel Coventry, Jimmy Webb, Lorna Wood, Pasithea Chan, Anushna Biswas, Owen Bullock, Robin McNamara. , David Hay, Nina Parmenter, Steve Denehan, Cat Dixon, Victoria Leigh Bennett, Maxine Rose Munro, Petar Penda, Kevin Hibshman, Shobana Gomes, Gayle J. Greenlea, Oz Hardwick, Stephen Kingsnorth, Vicky Allen, Matthew Freeman, Barney Ashton- Bullock, Kathryn Anna Marshall, Tuur Verheyde, Anna Rozwadowska, Hiram Larew, Marie Little, Rickey Rivers Jr, Gordon Lewis, Colin Dardis, Karlo Sevilla, Michael Igoe, Sarika Jaswani, Kushal Poddar, Christina Strigas, Adrian Ernesto Cepeda, John Grey, Renee Williams, Peach Delphine, Stephen Watt, Jennifer Patino, Katrina Kaye, Paula Hayes, Ryan Quinn Flanagan, Tianna Godsey, Elizabeth Cusack, Khadeja Ali, Charlotte Oliver et Samantha Terrell

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[batgovernor]

Nina Parmenter, 'A Spell for Motherhood'

Take a mountain. Scale the pink-arsed flanks of it, limb over limb. Find Poseidon. Extract from him a wave and a horse’s hoof. Pluck a tree; kill the grip of it by showing it your thoughts. Make your peace with the grave. Eat apples, all of them. Taste in them the sin of being a woman. Let that smack you in the gut, you deserve it. Straddle the equator. Suck up its spin, take it with you; feel…

[uchiha-itachi-amaterasu]

For the sake of Konoha’s peace, and more than anything for you… Uchiha Sasuke, he wanted to be a criminal, a traitor. Accepting dishonor in parment for honor… And hatred in payment for love, even then Itachi died with a smile on his face.

Uchiha Obito to Uchiha Sasuke about Uchiha Itachi - Naruto by Masashi Kishimoto

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Ken Berry as Captain Wilton Parmenter in "F Troop" (ABC, 1965-1967)

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As per the x Twitter account of National Austic Society

We had the honour of welcoming Her Royal Highness, The Princess Royal and Vice Admiral Sir Timothy Laurence to our Silver Gilt winning garden at #RHSChelsea for a tour by co-designers Sophie Parmenter and Dido Milne: bit.ly/3WVhRfz

[releasing-my-insanity]

The end of the F Troop episode Miss Parmenter. Daphne Parmenter says her goodbyes after visiting her brother.

[justdealingwithsomeissues]

So the Jury is able to take Pete down... and the reason they were gunning for him is because they want to put him on trial for bring the suit back to earth which later became Venom

[notfspurejam]

Ryan Ellsworth, Laurence Ubong Williams, Mark Gatiss, Kate Tydman and Huw Parmenter of "The Motive And The Cue" attend The Olivier Awards 2024 nominees reception at The Londoner Hotel on March 22, 2024 in London, England.

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FOR WANT OF A NAIL

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Part Thirty-Four

Summary:  Baldwin Montclair had a string of ex girlfriends, a single child, and a  lifetime longer than most people could dream of to make all kinds of  mistakes. His family knew one which kept coming out of the woodwork to  irritate him every other century.

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‘I am willing to wed a vampire, but I draw the line at sleeping with one.’

Matthew swallowed a smile and forced himself not to look at Hugh as Adelasia del Vasto slid the marriage contract back across the desk.

Count Roger I of Sicily, from the House of Hauteville, had died of natural causes at the grand old age of seventy. His son Simon inherited the title, but when the boy died unexpectedly four years later, Simon's younger brother Roger took over.

Adelasia's husband had entrusted her with regency over their sons before he had passed. She came from the Aleramici, a legendary Frankish-Italian dynasty that ruled great swathes of Italy's northwestern territories. The founder of the line, Count Willehmus, had been Burgundian.

'No natural-born heirs' Matthew nodded, scratching a small amendment to the contract. It would have difficult to produce one even if it was biologically possible; Adelasia was thirty-seven, and Baldwin was masquerading as fifty-four.

Adelasia smiled at Martin's joke and clasped her hands together in her lap.

‘My son Roger will inherit everything when His Majesty...passes away.’

‘Of course’ Hugh nodded. Surprise flashed in Adelasia’s eyes but she seemed happy enough to keep her doubts to herself.

That was good. Baldwin was counting on it.

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Baldwin, king of Judea and Jerusalem, and defensor of the Holiest Sepulchre of our Lord, Jesus Christ, was broke. There had been almost non-stop fighting against Egyptian forces in the twelve years since he had taken the throne and the threat of bankruptcy was always lurking in the wings.

Adelasia had arrived in Acre with a fleet of eleven ships, five hundred Sicilian Saracen archers, jewels, cloth, and gold. The flagship had a masthead, stern and bow gilded with pure gold and decorated by master craftsman. The public had been enraptured by the opulent display and a buoyant, bubbling excitement ran through the city.

Baldwin was ecstatic.

‘This looks to be quite a wedding’ he tapped his wine glass lightly against Martin’s, grinning from ear to ear.

‘Money in the coffers, fresh soldiers for the ranks,’ Martin sipped his wine and beamed cheekily at Baldwin. ‘No sex though.’

‘Her loss’

‘Best of four?’

‘Shut up’ Baldwin chuckled.

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‘You need to have a look at this’ Martin dropped two pieces of parment onto Baldwin’s desk and dropped heavily into a chair.

The missives had arrived directly from church this morning; the first concerned the results of the Latin Patriarchate elections, and the other was a very serious message inscribed with the signature of the papal legate.

'Arnulf's been forcibly deposed.'

Baldwin swore and slammed the desk with his fist.

Arnulf of Chocques, Latin Patriach of Jerusalem, had been the one to suggest Baldwin's marriage to Adelasia in the first place, as a way to resolve his money troubles. If his majesty agreed to all terms, Arnulf had pointed out, he could steal himself a fortune legally.

'Three years after the fact and the Pope decides that he has an issue with it' Baldwin sighed and shook his head.

'He says that you married bigamously, since Arda is still alive and you entered into the wedding with the understanding that there would be no physical intimacy between you and therefore no heirs.'

'Her father hardly paid her dowry' Baldwin growled.

'But he paid.' Martin looked at him. 'You bled him dry for fifty percent before you cast her off, and you have milked this marriage for all it is worth. Perhaps you should return Adelasia to her son; I am sure she would love to be reunited with him.'

Baldwin relaxed his deathgrip on his chair and breathed out slowly.

'What now?'

Martin reached into the folds of his cloak and pulled out a large lump of parchment. The insignia pressed into the wax seal was Philippe's.

'Well-'

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Arda took a bite of baklava, read the note again, and nearly choked laughing.

'-parted on poor terms...oh, this is too much! Anoush!'

Her cousin stepped into the room, skirting around the servant on the floor giving Arda a foot massage.

'My beloved husband-'Arda spat the words through a smile, '-has written to ask me to return to his side in Jerusalem.'

'Surely you jest?!' Anoush grabbed the note from her cousin's hand.

'I do not.'

'The man is quite mad'

'Indeed' Arda pushed a second note towards her. 'Martin sends his regards as well.'

Anoush smiled fondly. She found it hard to hate her former partner, despite everything. Perhaps because when Martin found out where Baldwin had banished Arda he had told her immediately.

And he had been as gentle as he could to Vahagn at the end.

'How shall we answer them?' Anoush asked, eyes glinting mischievously.

Arda looked around the room.

'Bring me that oil lamp...and that bowl...'

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'Well, I think her answer is very clear' said Martin, poking through the pile of ashes that the messenger had nervously tipped out in front of Baldwin.

'The pope has restored Arnulf on the condition that he tear apart my marriage to Adelasia, Arda refuses to return, and pater is breathing down my neck to resolve this situation.'

Baldwin looked up at Martin.

'What the hell am I supposed to do?'

'...fake your death? ' Martin said, quietly.

Baldwin leant back in his chair and groaned in frustration.

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Roger clasped his mother's hand and looked mournfully at her.

'Can I not persuade you to stay?'

Adelasia smiled sadly and shook her head.

Her son had been nothing but wonderful since she had returned, showering her with gifts and making sure she was comfortable and happy. But something inside her had broken after the anullment of her marriage to Baldwin at Acre; something that all the familial love in the world wasn't going to fix.

‘The quiet of the convent will do me good.’

The Convent of San Bartolomeo was in Palermo, the capital of her son’s empire. It was a beautiful complex, dedicated to St Bartholomew the Apostle; the follower of Jesus was matyred by being skinned alive, and subsequently became the patron saint of tanners, plasteres, tailors, leatherworkers, bookbinders, farmers, housepainters, butchers and glove makers.

Fitting, really. Her husband had stripped her of her wealth, her health and apparently her happiness.

Roger swallowed the lump in his throat and blinked rapidly. ‘I will never forgive those bastards for how they have treated you. Never. I swear it.’

Adelasia squeezed his hand. ‘I know.’

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They waited until the cover of night to smuggle Baldwin out of the city. Jerusalem was in mourning for its king and the heir apparent was expected to arrive any day. It wouldn't do for "Baldwin II" to arrive early.

'You could stay,' Baldwin said, quietly. 'I will need advisors I can trust.'

But Martin was already shaking his head.

'I have been away from Burgundy for too long. Better to return and relieve Estienne from the burden than return after the man has grown weary of his position. I will miss you.'

Startling to realise how true that is.

Baldwin said nothing but pulled Martin into a hug. He squeezed him firmly, and clapped him on the back.

'I will return some day to check up on the place. Take care not to burn it all to the ground.'

Baldwin snorted. 'Brakāto'

'Natrik'

They climbed up onto their horses and turned, riding off in different directions and ignoring the urge rising in their chests to turn back around and watch the other go.

Author’s Notes

Adelasia del Vasto was wealthy, widowed and wise. She was commended in her lifetime for being a prudent woman; a good ruler and an excellent mother who had a good relationship with her remaining son Roger. Adelasia died on 16 April 1118 and was buried in Patti. Roger II was outraged at the treatment of his mother and never forgave the Kingdom of Jerusalem.

Baldwin, king of Judea and Jerusalem, and defensor of the Holiest Sepulchre of our Lord, Jesus Christ was how he was referred to in a charter from 1104.

Wimple - a type of headdress worn by women in the middle ages

brakāto - bragget

natrik - snake

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Italian-Born Anarchists Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti are Executed for Murder in Boston, Massachusetts. August 23, 1927.

Image: Bartolomeo Vanzetti (left), handcuffed to Nicola Sacco (right). Dedham, Massachusetts Superior Court, 1923. This photo was taken in 1923 when Sacco was on the 23rd day of a hunger strike. (Wikimedia Commons.)

On this day in history, despite worldwide protests in support of their innocence, Italian-born anarchists Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti are executed for murder in Boston, Massachusetts.

History Daily: 365 Fascinating Happenings Volume 1 & Volume 2 – August 23, 1927

Both Fred Parmenter and Alessandro Berardelli – one the paymaster and the other a guard – were shot several times and killed as they attempted to move the payroll boxes of their New England shoe company in South Braintree, Massachusetts, a suburb of Boston. The two armed thieves, identified by witnesses as “Italian-looking,” fled in a Buick. The car was found abandoned in the woods several days later. Through evidence found in the vehicle, police suspected a man named Mike Boda was involved. However, Boda was one step ahead of the police and fled to Italy.

Police did manage to catch Boda’s colleagues, Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti, who were each carrying loaded weapons at the time of their arrest. Sacco had a .32 caliber handgun – the same type used to kill the two employees of the shoe company – and bullets from the same manufacturer as those recovered from the shooting. Vanzetti was identified as a participant in a previous robbery attempt by a different shoe company.

Sacco and Vanzetti were anarchists, believing that social justice would come only through the destruction of governments. In the early 1920s, mainstream America developed a fear of communism and radical politics that resulted in an anti-communist, anti-immigrant hysteria. Sacco and Vanzetti, recognizing the uphill battle ahead, tried to put this fear to their advantage by drumming up support from the left wing with claims that the prosecution was politically motivated. Millions of dollars were raised for the costs of their defense by the radical left worldwide. The American embassy in Paris was even bombed in response to the Sacco-Vanzetti case; a second bomb was intercepted for the embassy in Lisbon.

The well-funded defense put up a good fight, bringing forth nearly 100 witnesses to testify on the defendant’s behalf. Ultimately, eyewitness identification was not a crucial issue; instead, it was the ballistics tests on the murder weapon. Prosecution experts with primitive instruments testified that Sacco’s gun was the murder weapon. Defense experts claimed just the opposite. Ultimately, on July 14, 1921, Sacco and Vanzetti were found guilty and sentenced to death.

However, the ballistics issue remained a burning issue as Sacco and Vanzetti waited on death row. In addition, a jailhouse confession by another criminal fueled the controversy. In 1927, Massachusetts Governor A.T. Fuller ordered another inquiry to advise him on the clemency request of the two anarchists. In the meantime, there have been many scientific advances in forensics. The comparison microscope was now available for new ballistics tests and proved beyond a doubt that Sacco’s gun was indeed the murder weapon.

The executions were slated for midnight between August 22 and 23, 1927. On August 15, a bomb went off at the home of one of the jurors from the original trial. On Sunday, August 21, more than 20,000 protesters assembled on Boston Common.

Sacco and Vanzetti awaited execution in their cells at Charlestown State Prison, and both men refused a priest several times on their last day, as they were atheists. Their attorney, William Thompson, requested that Vanzetti make a declaration opposing violent retaliation for his death, and they talked about forgiving one’s enemies. Thompson also asked Vanzetti to affirm his and Sacco’s innocence one more time, and Vanzetti complied. Celestino Medeiros, whose execution had been delayed in case his testimony was needed at another trial of Sacco and Vanzetti, was put to death first. Sacco was next, and he walked quietly to the electric chair, then shouted, “Farewell, Mother.” In his final moments, Vanzetti shook hands with guards, acknowledged them for their kind conduct, read a statement declaring his innocence, and finally stated, “I wish to forgive some people for what they are now doing to me.” Following the executions, death masks were made of the men.

Violent rallies swept through many cities the following day, including Geneva, Tokyo, London, Paris, and Amsterdam. In South America, strikes closed factories and workplaces. Three were killed in Germany, and protesters in Johannesburg, South Africa, burned an American flag outside the American embassy. It has been alleged that the Communist Party organized some of these activities.

At Langone Funeral Home in Boston’s North End, more than 10,000 mourners viewed Sacco and Vanzetti in open caskets over two days. A wreath over the coffins at the funeral parlor announces In attesa l’ora della vendetta (Awaiting the hour of vengeance). On Sunday, August 28, a two-hour funeral procession bearing huge floral tributes moved through the city. Thousands of marchers participated in the procession, and over 200,000 came out to watch. Police blocked the route, which passed the State House, and at one point, mourners and police came to blows. The hearses reached Forest Hills Cemetery, where, after a brief eulogy, the bodies were then cremated. The Boston Globe called it “one of the most tremendous funerals of modern times.” Hollywood officials were told to destroy all recordings of the funeral procession.

Sacco’s ashes were sent to his hometown in Italy, Torremaggoire, where he is interred at the base of a monument built in 1998. Vanzetti’s ashes were buried beside his mother in Villafalletto, Italy.

In 1961, a test of Sacco’s gun using modern forensic techniques proved it was his gun that killed the two employees, though little evidence has been found to substantiate Vanzetti’s guilt. But serious doubts remain about negligence by the police and prosecutors and if the two men received a fair trial. In 1977, Massachusetts Governor Michael Dukakis issued a proclamation pardoning Sacco and Vanzetti, remarking that they had been mistreated and that no stigma should be associated with their names.

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[batgovernor]

Using form: Refrain; Nina Parmenter, 'Sense'

I am a bag of chemicals with charge for eighty years, I am a gassy mirage that winks as oblivion nears. Around me swill the stars, my thoughts, the gods and insanity, and nothing makes sense but this leaf as it dances, drunk on gravity. I am a pointless voice track on a puff piece of DNA, I am the ooze that awoke and decided to live anyway. Around me swings the void, nirvana and calamity, and…