Subject: tell me the old, old story
From: Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Date: Fri Feb 18 2000 - 02:23:10 EST
'... the chicken sandwich represented a communion wafer,
(body of Christ, body of Easter chick) ... The Easter chick
and the three days I see as an allusion to Christ ... The waste
basket with the razors in it that cut Franklin and the waste
basket with the Easter chick I see as a symbol of our culture ...'
etc., etc., ETC.
Evidently a graduate of the Kozusko College of Complexity
where, as the Dean points out, the more featureless the work
the more nearly it approaches the ideal as an object of study
since the blander the surface the more readily it accepts whatever
private whirligigs one may be tempted to project onto it.
Would it be unbearably naïve if we simply welcomed a writer
who could tell a story in such a way that one was enveloped
with its persuasiveness (the feeling that: 'this is the way it must
have been') - & not feel obliged to justify one's pleasure by
laboriously unearthing symbols, allusions & other improbable
connections that never once entered his head?
They're only yarns, for Chrissake.
Scottie B.
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