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Menippean satire

Closure in A Confederacy of Dunces
http://www.academia.edu/222047/Closure_ ... _of_Dunces Closure_in_A_Confederacy_of_Dunces

I have been saving booze for the forlorn rags of old age. There comes a time, when you think twice about buying green bananas. So I drink to the last of my good old days, I wake up and get up with gratitude for another day in paradise.
in this best of all possible space-time worlds

I spend my days ...

can't touch this one steve
it is beautiful Saw it yesterday started to reply but decided it was too beautiful for words 8)
SAW wrote:
early rain swallowed the pollen
the air was sweet and green
the rocks were wet and striated
my heart ached too long for a return
the valleys were mysterious
the ...

Too dumb to live
Banana Fish
God Bless You Mr. Rosewater
How much of Vonnegut and Salinger writing was the PTSD?

thanks for a few moments of reading pleasure
really need them.


I suppose my reply to your poem was inevitable
damn those brick walls

Independent Lens, The Last Laugh
´O sole mio [Sub. Español]
entangled molecular inevitable as the hallucination of a brick wall across the road at at the speed of meaningless beings of times past

Laugh clown laugh
What species laughs
Do chimpanzees laugh

midnight 18 hours of consciousness
how ...

Studio Eight is a Turing Test

Sleep sweet deep sleep
no alarm set
sleep till I had enough sleep
I feel like my electric toothbrush
Recharged.

Eating my bagel lox cream-cheese cucumber onion sandwich and watch TV. Charlie Rose Show ™
Thomas Friedman talking makes me want to shave my mustache—what a New York Times pecker head he ...

Take out the trash
Let the cat in
and lay me down to sleep

not think about it
let it go
it was only stuff

maybe it will still turn up
but still I am blue
metafical blues
cause I can't afford to replace it all
But I still got my electric tooth brush
so life is still good.

I must say, I love this thread even if I did write it.
I guess I love it most because it contains a poem by Dino.

More people “know” Turing’s foundational text than have actually read it. This is unfortunate because the text is marvelous, strange and surprising. Turing introduces his test as a variation on a popular parlor game in which two hidden contestants, a woman (player A) and a man (player B) try to ...

a victim of genealogy
"born for this"
As if Sisyphus will never walk alone
with ear buds and an Ipod
kismet
Fortuna's wheel
amor fati








http://www.academia.edu/222047/Closure_ ... _of_Dunces

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Menippean_satire

no me no you
no them no us
no borders no god

still life in haiku
without a clue
look mom no hands

He fears losing her
his egg shell male ego can't face the truth
he knows he can't make it without her
so he makes her life a living hell
with his jealously

what can I do
what can a brother do
and uncle and a brother in law
not much except
stick to my studio eight diet

we knowers are unknowns
to ourselves
how can we find what we never looked for
I been busy as a bee gathering knowledge
life who has time enough for experience
I think I was born in a book
I was raised among crocodiles
I either dance or die
that's my problem