tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571055663184272276.post194812360545020189..comments2023-07-09T07:45:50.552-07:00Comments on Socialism and/or barbarism: The Coyote, having torn through the picture plane, hangs over the abyss, next to a ruined paintingECWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142600295759704786noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571055663184272276.post-6757963270897337052011-10-21T12:59:38.169-07:002011-10-21T12:59:38.169-07:00And so another body - its special skill rendered i...And so another body - its special skill rendered irrelevant, tight-rope walking now anybody's business - joins the busy sea of commodities below...ECWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02142600295759704786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571055663184272276.post-47327875848232687622011-10-21T11:13:25.611-07:002011-10-21T11:13:25.611-07:00Mmeepp, mmeepp (also sprach Zarathustra):
"T...Mmeepp, mmeepp (also sprach Zarathustra):<br /><br />"Then something happened that made every mouth dumb and every eye rigid. For meanwhile the tightrope walker had begun his performance: he had stepped out of a small door and was walking over the rope, stretched between two towers and suspended over the market place and the people. When he had reached the exact middle of his course the small door opened once more and a fellow in motley clothes, looking like a jester, jumped out and followed the first one with quick steps.<br /><br />"Forward, lamefoot!" he shouted in an awe-inspiring voice. "Forward, lazybones, smuggler, pale-face, or I shall tickle you with my heel! What are you doing here between towers? The tower is where you belong. You ought to be locked up; you block the way for one better than yourself." And with every word he came closer and closer; but when he was but one step behind, the dreadful thing happened which made every mouth dumb and every eye rigid: he uttered a devilish cry and jumped over the man who stood in his way.<br /><br />This man, however, seeing his rival win, lost his head and the rope, tossed away his pole, and plunged into the depth even faster, a whirlpool of arms and legs. The market place became as the sea when a tempest pierces it: the people rushed apart and over one another, especially at the place where the body must hit the ground."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571055663184272276.post-15306628128366725962010-12-05T12:35:17.385-08:002010-12-05T12:35:17.385-08:00Terrific stuff - makes me want to re-watch as many...Terrific stuff - makes me want to re-watch as many Roadrunner cartoons as I can, and re-read some modernist literature (simultaneously if possible).David K Waynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10756535951359716522noreply@blogger.com