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Friday, November 16, 2012

T. Coraghessan Boyle - When The Killing's Done

T. Coraghessan Boyle

( photo: Milo Boyle)

Interview - T.C. Boyle and Anthony Heald, Blackstone Audio

Anacapa Island Sea Bird Habitat

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I can be summed up in one word: Me. There is no other Me in the entire Cosmos. My physical appearance is the manifestation of my mind, my heart, my spirit - with a few scrapes and bruises from experience. If you should run into someone who looks exactly like Me, make sure you ask to see some ID. I would like to be notified if you suspect that someone has been impersonating Me. Once a strange woman walked up to Me in Walmart and said, "Hi Bunny." I said, "I'm not Bunny." She said, "Are you sure? You look exactly like Her." I said, "I can prove I'm not Bunny. I'm Me, not Her. The next time you see this Bunny person, walk up to Her and say 'Hi Leo.' If she says 'I'm not Leo' you should then ask Her " Are you sure, because you look exactly like Her?" If she then says "I am not Her, I am Me" my suspicions will be confirmed. I will have solid proof that Bunny has been impersonating Me. Maybe you could wear a wire. I would really appreciate your help in this matter and I'd be willing to pay you in catnip.

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Common Sense

"... As is well-known, my authorship has two parts: one pseudonymous and the other signed. The pseudonymous writers are poetic creations, poetically maintained so that everything they say is in character with their poetized individualized personalities; sometimes I have carefully explained in a signed preface my own interpretation of what the pseudonym said. Anyone with just a fragment of common sense will perceive that it would be ludicrously confusing to attribute to me everything the poetized characters say.

Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, I have expressly urged that anyone who quotes something from the pseudonyms will not attribute the quotation to me (see my postscript to Concluding Postscript). It is easy to see that anyone wanting to have a literary lark merely needs to take some verbatim quotations from "The Seducer," then from Johannes Climacus, then from me, etc., print them together as if they were all my words, show how they contradict each other, and create a very chaotic impression, as if the author were a kind of lunatic.

Hurrah! That can be done. In my opinion anyone who exploits the poetic in me by quoting the writings in a confusing way is more or less a charlatan or a literary toper."

Soren Kierkegaard

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Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

"Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) Presently she began again. `I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think--' (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) `--but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?' (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke--fancy curtseying as you're falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) `And what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.' Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. `Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I should think!' (Dinah was the cat.) `I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?' And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, `Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, `Do bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, `Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over. " (Lewis Carroll)

The Icy Ninth

Poetry & Fiction - an addition, a little shed on the back of the shack, a trap door into my imagination, a rabbit hole

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