Literary revisionism, 3: “If Charles Dickens weren’t so readily seduced by easy ambiguities “ (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)
“It was the best of times. Seriously. Couldn’t have been better.”
– from A Tale of Two Cities.
13 Replies to “Literary revisionism, 3: “If Charles Dickens weren’t so readily seduced by easy ambiguities “ (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)”
You’d be better served breaking out the Linda Hutcheon and arguing that certain irony markers exist based on an intratextual reading of the piece as it rubs against other competing pieces in the blog’s overall context – and in the context of this type of ironic performance as it happens intertextually throughout the blogosphere.
See, this is what’s completely fucked about this place: Either Jeff’s broke again and getting high on the fumes from melting shoe leather, or he really thinks people pay attention to the intratextuality of blogs as literary works and the blogosphere as the great anthology.
I never understood the appeal of poetry, especially those silly haiku things that seems so popular these days. If you have something to say, just say it, okay?
With that in mind, I’m astonished by how well your “voice” comes through on short posts like this one. I put that word in parentheses because it makes me feel icky (to borrow a term) using it in this context.
Depends on what you mean by “best.” Don’t make me break out the Derrida on your ass.
You’d be better served breaking out the Linda Hutcheon and arguing that certain irony markers exist based on an intratextual reading of the piece as it rubs against other competing pieces in the blog’s overall context – and in the context of this type of ironic performance as it happens intertextually throughout the blogosphere.
See, this is what’s completely fucked about this place: Either Jeff’s broke again and getting high on the fumes from melting shoe leather, or he really thinks people pay attention to the intratextuality of blogs as literary works and the blogosphere as the great anthology.
Where’s the fucking armadillo?
Spam “effort”; as in – I just farted.
You get an F(art) for effort.
Damn, Jeff, I was going to say that. Or something witty, maybe.
Maybe.
Yes. Armadillo, please.
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Jeff, I can motto the shit outta stuff. Cheap rate, too.
Did you hear about the book that tells the story a large-breasted callgirl? It’s called A Sale of Two Titties.
I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.
Spamword, “taking,” as in, “I’ll be taking a break, now.”
Still no photos, eh?
I’ll cut ya a deal on a fine grey chinchilla. Only cost me a Roto-tiller.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of post.
Spamword “never” – who writes this stuff?
Just goes to show you how out of touch I am with my readership. This was my favorite post in a while.
I snicker every time I look at it.
Of course, maybe that’s because I imagine it being read by Alistair Cooke.
I never understood the appeal of poetry, especially those silly haiku things that seems so popular these days. If you have something to say, just say it, okay?
With that in mind, I’m astonished by how well your “voice” comes through on short posts like this one. I put that word in parentheses because it makes me feel icky (to borrow a term) using it in this context.
Alistair, or maybe Geilgud. In a very dry tone. Or maybe that guy from The Paper Chase. That would be phenomenally amusing.