call for papers

[Sojourner]

At 01:50 PM 8/28/97 -0400, ckaratnytsky at nypl.org wrote:
>     Two items from H-Film.
>     
>     Sojourner need not apply until behavior mod therapy and cinematic 
>     repentance has been completed in truly sterling fashion.
>     
>     Add:  Pasolini.  Forget:  Morality.  Art is amoral.  
>     
>     Chris
>     
>     P.S.  Time's up:  "Everybody back--radioactive" is from the American 
>     release of the first Godzilla movie, which starred Raymond Burr in 
>     scenes interpolated with the original Japanese cut of the film.  When 
>     you're done with the Marx brothers fest, bone up on Godzilla movies, 
>     especially Godzilla vs. Mothra, Godzilla vs. Megalon, the truly 
>     awesome Destroy All Monsters, a-& the Rodan and Mothra movies.  Your 
>     penalty for failing to answer this question is to watch the wretched 
>     Godzilla vs. the Smog Monster.
>     
>     When you're done with monster movies, we'll talk you through Ozu and 
>     Kurosawa. 
>     
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>     1. Call for papers.

<and much much more legit stuff *grin*>

heheh I'm grinnin' and spinnin'.. although I gotta say a former
lunch companion (the son of a co-worker here in STLville) is now
a prof at the Highly Esteemed and Eminently Touted Big U.  It's
a Stop-Gap Measure etc., but he is still true Phakultea and so I said
to myself, hmmm, here's a guy getting in on the Ground Floor, an
unfortunate illness giving him his Big Break, and because of my
friendship and Comradery with his mother, getting an Inside View,
otherwise known as Almost As Good As The Real Thing.

Sneeg..

I'm sure those old Godzilla movies are deliciously nostalgic.. I've even
seen the Mothra one, especially tarty for its industrial cacoepy, its
trademark "corcher les oreilles" (or le couer eh hehehe), its yaup and
vociferous screeching as it enjoins "God"zilla on its scale-model version
of Revelation 16:16, the old deuce-deuce.  And Marx and his quiggly
fratelli et al (I guess parentals not included eh?) have been bombasted
at me due to the catamenia of their eminent successes, the carrying on
through living generations, the bissextile jubilee of generational
wit, the revelry in the reverie sort of thing.  

But to include it in an academic setting of quality?  Ahh.. I must scoff,
as my Pronoxol and Thaladine have not yet set in, my TMJ more
important than any ENJ, and my restraints pedantic rather than 
physical as of yet.  I slough off the laundry instructions to boil my
robes in essence of Pynchon and oil of Gaddis, and instead steep my
bare skin in the swirling sprites of their genius, the vociferous dance
with their lemures, the illicit union with their head loup-garous, the
ouphe in the sky who temps me to follow a bitter yet sweet chicken
of a Chinese general, decamping and bivouacing on the alkaline flats
of their imagination, and partake not of a Journey to the East, but
offer a cup of tea to the Maxwell's Demian inside of me, keeping mine 
eyes but to the Heavens, as mine heart goes but to the abode of Dis,
and walk never again under Lady Nox's kind smile.

*grin*

And I promise to leave well enough alone.


	"After you finish with your Social Studies,
	 let's go have sex on a mink robe."

	    -Joseph Kennedy (circa 1989)