Table-talk of Parkus Grammaticus for February 20
I. Daily Ouroboros: The most mind-blowing one yet?
(It's from Jason Kottke via Scott.)
II. The Sloaner on NPR (on The Secret Garden): "Whatever the opposite of seasonal affective disorder is, I have it."
III. Jumping mice...Badgership Down...
IV. The Aussie radio show I linked to a little while ago (featuring VN biographer Brian Boyd, Pale Fire fan Ron Rosenbaum, and the Nabokovically named Leland de la Durantaye) is well worth listening to—the host drops a bombshell toward the end!
V. Wandering the abode last night, looking for a window that might offer a view of the eclipse, I suddenly was under the impression that I understood the theme from Arthur: "If you get caught between the moon and New York City"—he's talking about an eclipse! But now in the harsh light of morning I'm not sure what I was thinking.
VI. And finally: In the latest Poem as Comic Strip, R. Kikuo Johnson interprets A.E. Stallings's "Recitative."
Labels: Ouroboros, Sloane Crosley
posted by Ed Park @ 8:04 AM
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Cutiepie is protecting his belly from venomous snakes is what some Internet research dug up. I would name him Hector. The helmed.
The Nabokov--Laura controversy reminded me of this passage from David Markson's "This is Not a Novel":
Philip Larkin died of cancer of the esophagus. Only hours afterward, a twenty-five-volume diary that he had kept for almost fifty years was destroyed by one of his executors.
Less of a loss, Writer assumes, than the then-current last volume of Sylvia Plath's that was destroyed by Ted Hughes.
Or the burning of Byron's memoirs.
More on Larkin's executor, Monica Jones: http://www.guardian.co.uk/Archive/Article/0,4273,4152389,00.html
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