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Here I am, I am no other. But what name do I show up with? (should be theghastlyfop).
posted by David Cásseres @ 8:47 PM
Thursday, January 04, 2007
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7 Comments:
Aarrgghh. There I am, nakedly revealed as Roger Mexico. Whom I am, but I want to be identified as The Ghastly Fop. For my own Reasons.
And is there some Reason why I can't have a capital Letter or two? I am, I am, I am, The Ghastly Fop.
Admit it. You're Pynchon, slumming.
I am? As in Exodus 3:14, or that line in Aladdin by that bird? Funny stuff, Wolf Man, Pynchon slumming it as God, or is it G-d, what with the Seperoph and all--the great and ghastly nothingness that is the Ghastly Fop's blog before the word not made flesh, but made WORD--counting not the stations of that cross, but realizing some other cross. Who knew there were lay lines in the cattle stockyards--the land of pressure points, oriental energies, that cross before the cross that ties together the second cities (from Judah to the city named after pre-Christ greek--the 22nd letter--a doubling doubles set in parralels as recounted in The Chums of Chance Pay Taxes, Settle Down, and Get Real Jobs: The Last in the Series). No spoilers here; I'm just guessing. But should I or shouldn't I be a little concerned that our point of departure in this narrative homage is "Chi"-cago. Perhaps that wasn't a World's Fair at all, but a Worlds Fair--a kind of Elliotan "Hurry up, its time" Abort!
But don't you worry about your true name there, monsieur Fop, we all take our Rogerings a bit south of the border around here.
My apologies for the digression. But before taking leave of the subject, I must correct Kevin's misapprehension: I am not Pynchon, but Edward de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford and true author of Gravity's Rainbow, the Crying of Lot 49, V., Vineland, and Mason & Dixon.
Ooh! Ooh! I call "Entropy"!
Amusing... Now that The Ghastly F. has his (mechanickal) ducks in a Bloggerly row, let future archaeologists try to figure out what happened here.
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