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by Patricia A. Etter June 2005 A is for this Astonishing, Awesome and Awe-Inspiring Album. B is for Clark Blickensderfer, his Blickensderfer Book, and the Scottsdale Corral’s Book about the Blickensderfer, which is not bandied about. C is for the Collector of the book, which we all crave to consign to and care for in our personal libraries. D is for those dilettantes who daydream and dare to wish they could have the dynamic daguerreotypes for even one day. E is for the Exuberant, eccentric, erudite, and ecumenic scholars who humbly embrace the contents of the revered Blickensderfer. F is for the faro dealers, the two faithful fanatics ,who fan the flame for all to continue to honor the not so funky book. One must never forget to bring it back. G is for the good sports and the gutsy gang who guard the groovy Blickensderfer Book, which is not graffiti. H is for Scottsdale members who are honored and humbled when they haul home this hotly contested book I is for those idiocentric individuals who idolize and want to inspect this invaluable book of photographic illustrations. J is for the fact that the book is jam-packed with joyous journalese and not with Jacobin rhetoric. K must stand for the fact that the keen Blickensderfer is filled with a Kaleidoscope of King size Kitsch. L has to stand for the fact that the book is a labor of love not lacking in lavish and lofty literacy. M suggests that the author was not a muzzy drunk, or a muddled misbegotten, but a metaphysical, expanding mind and not miserly man. N is for the non-conformist neophytes who do not neglect the numinous book, only noodle-brains, numskulls, and nincompoops with non-attendance never want the fine Blickensderfer. O Oyez! It is okay to be overzealous, obsequious, overwhelmed, what an oxymoron – but one is under no obligation to take home this wonderful book. P One will suffer Pangs of conscience and be a pighead when the faro dealers pass the hat and the ticket winner procrastinates and picks up some other publication. And who will placate the poor losers? Q Lo Que! Queue up! Don’t just stand there Quivering and quaking with excitement for an opportunity to quaff the contents of the quixotic book. R Rally round the book ; don’t be a rabble rouser and rapscallion: recruit readers who will be redeemed and rejoice when they retrieve the Blickensderfer book. S The book is a salamagundy of ideas and not scholarly or sensational. It will not cause the screaming meemies. Don’t be a sad sack. Shell out your dollar so you can include your signature with the staunch supporters of the book. T Take charge, don’t tempt Providence or twiddle your thumbs, pick up the Blickensderfer before something terrible happens. We tell you the book is a tour de force of publishing and a most timeless tome, which is both titillating and tantalizing. U This book is the Ultimate in unassuming understatement. It would be undeniably unconscionable to think that this unique and ubiquitous volume is ugly and would be unlamented if someone took it to Uganda. V Volunteers who own this voluminous and vital and voluptuous volume, are not vacuous nor do they vacillate. They are voracious readers and vigorously and voraciously read the enclosed vignettes. W Whoopee! Without doubt, this is not warmed-over or watered -down prose or well -disposed toward the whimsical. Wise men and Women want the book, which is not for whippersnappers. It is without doubt a wondrous publichation with not too many words. It is worthy of Wotan. X This book is not X-rated and will not give one xenophobia or deport one to Xandu. Add your “X” to your colleagues’ signatures and know for sure the Blickensderfer is a real book, not a xerox. Y Yippee! Here is a book that is not yellow journalism. It is not for the local yokel or the Yuppie. You will read it with a yen for yesteryear. Z Zounds! Be a zealot not a zombie. Zero in on the book but don’t take it with you on a zeppelin. Be zany instead and take it to the zoo. Zee end. . . . |