Farewell crunchies
"We are a nation of Prufrocks. In our
rush
to chase the latest thing,
to have the shiniest
gadget, to think
the newest idea,
to be first in the lock-step march of progress,
we grow old … we grow old."
-- CS March 31
Ah yes, T.S. Stegall. And April is the cruelest month indeed, for we will no longer hear anything from you starting tomorrow ... April fool's day ... such a "Prufrockian" day, n'est-ce pas? My husband had the brilliant idea of reading aloud choice bits from the blog doing one's best sonorous William Shatner imitation. We shall be doing that this evening "in memoriam". Sacramental, no? I have no doubt great swaths of the crunchy con blog will lend themselves *delightfully* to free verse. Naturellement we will do this over a glass of single malt scotch.
rush
to chase the latest thing,
to have the shiniest
gadget, to think
the newest idea,
to be first in the lock-step march of progress,
we grow old … we grow old."
-- CS March 31
Ah yes, T.S. Stegall. And April is the cruelest month indeed, for we will no longer hear anything from you starting tomorrow ... April fool's day ... such a "Prufrockian" day, n'est-ce pas? My husband had the brilliant idea of reading aloud choice bits from the blog doing one's best sonorous William Shatner imitation. We shall be doing that this evening "in memoriam". Sacramental, no? I have no doubt great swaths of the crunchy con blog will lend themselves *delightfully* to free verse. Naturellement we will do this over a glass of single malt scotch.
posted by kathleen at 9:48 AM
11 Comments:
Wow, talk about the perfect poem.
In the gloom the crunchies come and go
Talking of their Arts and Crafts bungalow.
It even has, unedited, the stock response to the ievitable question, "Did you just call me sub-human?":
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."
And we might finish with those burning questions,
Shall I leave my mare behind? Do I dare to eat a non-organic peach?
I shall wear imported trousers, and drive an SUV upon the beach.
I have heard the crunchies singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
nice to meet you too, Jacob Neal Liszt! : )
luv, Kathleen
Yes, yes, Kathleen, because the Crunch Blog is absolutely brimming with humour.
JNL, you sly devil!
"Jim Rovira, after many years spent in Florida, has yo-yoed up the coast to become a PhD student in English literature at Drew University in Madison, New Jersey. Linked to our Forum, Jim's review of The Matrix in light of Baudrillard's view of postmodernity shows some of Jim's current preoccupations. ...His stories defy summary or explanation; you'll have to take them as they come.
Studies in Nihilism: "The Infirmity of Victor Timothy Dodge" is a short story about a man with an unusual kind of heart trouble. "Jacob Neal Liszt" is a long story about a man with a similar malady. It insists you won't be able to stop reading once you start."
I'll take mindless slobbering over the pratings of pseudo-intellectual wannabes any day of the week. Really, is there anything less crunchy than a Ph.D. candidate in English at Drew University? The only reason such a "job" exists is because of the amazing wealth generated by the marketus horribilis. A true believer would drop out and move to Elmira to start a chicken farm.
The crunchies will not go gentle into that good night. Rod Dreher wrote a letter to National Review complaining that Jonah was unfair to him. It sounded like a sour whine, and it was.
Jonah just replied on the Corner. Will there be more sobs from the crunchies?
This is the way the blog ends
This is the way the blog ends
This is the way the blog ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Yes, I happened to be logged in under that name when I posted...wasn't paying much attention to that. You think I don't know what's out there? You should try sounding out the name and consider the pov it's pseudonymous for and perhaps you'd understand the deliberate incoherence of some of the works under that name.
At any rate, good parody grasps substance -- mindless parody does not. This is mindless parody. Mindless parody is justified when it's at least funny, but when you guys aren't even funny...God, what a waste...
Wait, I'm on a studies in Nihilism website? I didn't know that... :). I figured the Faer-Spel stuff was still there, but...
JR, JNL, whoever .... whatever ... That is so cool. occasionally you log on under the names of fictional characters you have created, and just happen to post here and there under such pseudonyms without regard? dude that is so deep. That gesture in and of itself calls into question the whole notion of identity ... I see the point you are trying to make. You rock my world.
"good parody grasps substance"
We are parodying *crunchy cons*. there is no substance to grasp my friend. which is our whole point.
anyway, stop fronting. your just ticked we got the references to Eliot (and knew some of his other stuff too! doh!) even though we're not PhD students in English literrraturre. When you read that, that's when you finally got hostile and started calling us "mindless slobs". Don't worry, we understand. It's a drag when "mindless slobs" know your field of expertise as well as they do. Kind of calls into question your life's calling, the whole point of your professional orientation, the ability to convince everyone you're the smartest guy in the room, etc. but don't worry, dude, we picked up the rage seething underneath all along. You don't have to fake bonhomie with us.
Casey:
>Will there be more sobs from
>the crunchies?
JNL/JR:
>when you guys aren't even
>funny...God, what a waste...
Got any stock predictions, Casey?
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