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Thursday, July 6, 2017


When Robert Duncan writes in Faust Foutu (1960, 1985):

"Protect us from those who play with dolls,"

he puts men in the position of being those who play with those who play with dolls.

And when he writes:

"Modesty means nothing to the sea," and:

"I'll fill myself with trouble until I resemble the universe," and:

"The moon upon the water is country enough for me," and:

"For all the hell of history, we have been feeding ourselves into mankind. For Nothing! Nothing!," and:

"I have no extravagant pride in sin. I know it's place," and:

"Everything is truth," (Cf. G.W.F. Hegel: "The truth is the whole," and Sartre's call for a "totalizing" analytic),

one wonders . . . .


Despicably pedantic (though not as bad as Echo's Bones) but not without an air of eccentric, too often lame merriment. I can see now why this was suggested reading for the summer before going off to the nest of tweedy (as in "twee") mediocrities who attempted to teach one the meaning of literature. Classic case of a writer with little to say trying too hard. Clear why it wasn't published in the U$ till after Godot, though it first appeared in London, surprisingly, before, in 1938.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Echo's Bones (Narrative)

Can language be more stilted, pretentious, pompous?

A perfect text to hate-read. And the contrast it presents to the famed trilogy, particularly to The Unnamable, is remarkable, leading to an unavoidable question, The same dude wrote both of these?

Friday, June 16, 2017

Those Brits

class = clahss
past = pahst
figure = figga
schedule = shed-dule
world = wuld
job = jub
top = tawp
are = ah
together = togethah
first = fust
been = bean

Not hard to figure.


Lying on serious matters is a classic sign of moral depravity.

Five minutes ago NPR broadcast that the Washington Post has recently reported President Pinocchio is on the record as having told more than six hundred lies, in public, since his inauguration.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

"A Love Story"

 Dear Ms. Hunt,

Touching “A Love Story” in the May 22, 2017 Nwyrkr (“Yes, the Nwyrkr”):

Profound insights as to gender and motherhood, and the struggle to maintain personal identity in general, repeated laugh-aloud humor, virtually unique situations, what more could a reader want?

You’re good.

With kind regards,

Trite, tired, morose, hopeless,

Tra la,

ASPIRING WRITER (subunderground)

Samantha Hunt, c/o The New Yorker, 1 World Trade Center, New York, NY 10007

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Further Into the Nightmare

Depraved Donnie's preferred modus operandi is to make snap decisions on the fly.

Umm,  a slightly inappropriate methodology for a president, one would think.

Courtesy: Instagram.