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sporadic uncut apple stuff
sporadic uncut apple stuff
sporadic uncut apple stuff
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[Chant to the tune of: “Puff - Puff - Cocoa Puffs!”
-- with which, ye gods, this almost rhymes.
-- with which, ye gods, this almost rhymes.
The quotation is from Word and Object.]
[Nota bene: If you have been paying attention,
you will notice that all three of the keywords in the subject-line assonate…
[Update 17 October 2012] Since this odd posting
has recently received a number of hits, I re-viewed it, to see what it
might be about.
Good … God … is
this obscure.
Hardly anyone who wasn’t with me at Harvard (Class of ’71 --
and no, wiseguy, that’s not 1871) would have an inkling.
So -- coming clean, before I must meet St Peter --
=> the “Cocoa Puffs” reference is to a rhythmic TV
commerical of the 1950s,
which we, pint-sized captive audience, took in with our
innocent ears.
=> The line from Quine …
aye … the line from Quine …
is a piece of (minimalist) Found Poetry,
from out of a fairly dense and donnish
linguistico-philosophical work.
The overarching
point being:
Poetry is everywhere
everywhere
ev er y
where ….
[Update 23 October 2012]
There is yet a deeper point -- underarching, if you will --
which some of you
may have guessed.
Which is:
that these surface eruptions of the poetic verve
themselves are
but as the mouths of a
volcano
pointing
deepwards
to the living lava
lying beneath ……………………..
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