Insipid Parodies

[Stacy Borah]

Actually, my dog hated poetry.  She was just really good at separating the 
T-bones from the Milk Bones, so to speak.  But, unfortunately, I no longer 
have the services of my keen-minded Labrador anymore.  In a fit of Sylvia 
Plath-inspired ennui, she threw herself in front of a speeding blue Chevy 
Malibu and ended what could have been a brilliant career in the canine 
criticism canon.  Ah, but I shall never forget my loyal companion who once 
explained to me the difference between rhyming trochaic hexameter and a good 
shot in the head with a ball peen hammer.

C'est la vie du mort!

Stacy



>From: "Can't Wait" <yayforgod at yahoo.com>
>To: jbor <jbor at bigpond.com>, pynchon-l at waste.org
>Subject: Insipid Parodies
>Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2000 10:21:29 -0700 (PDT)
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>Darn it all, can't we stop this incessant talk about Pynchon and the
>Rainbow and talk about something I actually know something about?
>Can't we talk more about drugs?  Stacy, you say you have a dog that
>likes to read poetry...?
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>At 4pm, December 31, 1999, I dropped four hits of high powered white
>blotter in front of Pynchon's old place in Manhattan Beach.
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>Then later, up in Venice Beach, I met Mr. Pynchon.  I did....
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