Oulipian Novel?

[Robin Landseadel]

Oh this is wonderf°l.

Yes, that—THAT— f°cking vowel, I'd like to shake it by its boney sho 
°lders, wail on its head like Dave Robichea°x wailing on "Baby Feet"  
Balboni's head with a baseball bat. Once  I get my hands on that f 
°cking vowel, all my repressed desires will s*ddenly be °nleashed, and  
when it's all over I'll smoke my Galois in a f°ming silence, filled  
with rage and murdero°s desires that outlive death itself.

Lazies & genitalmen of the drooly, these are the gest°res—the  
recriminations—of old noir, the shadows of Hollywood, The Betty Davis  
and Mildred Pierce responses to "tah-rick-ey moral questions"—l-l-l- 
like Dick Private [or Primate, your choice] in "Roller Maidens From O 
°ter Space," Phil A°stin [or Nick Danger]'s Television-drenched solo  
outing for Columbia Records, and about the most Pynchonian hunk of  
Vinyl I know. The primary moral instr*ction for Yippie-styled revol 
°tionaries, is the programming they received from the T°be res*lting  
in working o°t all this "programming" in their daily actions even as  
activists, being scripted to fail.

	"B-b-b-ut this is a bag of shit!!!"
	[a°dience gasps]
	But it's really GREAT shit, Miss Presky."
	Firesign Theater: "Don't Cr*sh That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers"

	This time they'd arranged to meet in lower Hollywood at the
	new Noir Center, loosely based on crime movies from aro°nd
	World War II and after, designed to s*ggest the famo*s
	ironwork of the Bradb°ry B*ilding downtown, where a few of
	them had been shot. This was y°ppification r°n to some pitch
	so desperate that Prairie at least had to hope the whole process
	was reaching the end of its cycle. She happened to like those
	old weird-necktie movies in black and white, her grandfolks had
	worked on some of them, and she personally resented this
	increasingly d°mb attempt to cash in on the pse°doromantic
	mystiq°e of those partic°lar olden days in this town, having
	heard eno°gh stories from H*b and Sasha, and Dotty and
	Wade, to know better than most how corr°pted everything had
	really been from top to bottom, as if the town had been a toxic
	d°mp for everything those handsome pict*res had left o*t.
	Vineland, pages 325, 326

Street Theater: Just like the T°be, only 'real.'


On Mar 25, 2009, at 8:59 AM, Henry Musikar wrote:

> Richard,
>
> Is that some sort of fascist Montessori "Let's use 'I' statements"
> suggestion?  <Chuckling Quietly to Myself (CQM)>
>
> Henry M
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Richard Ryan
>
> Let's try something different, in line with this thread's theme:  
> let's kick
> VL back and forth for a week and avoid the vowel that follows T in the
> alphabet.
>
> I've started ;-)
>
>
> --- On Wed, 3/25/09, Robin Landseadel <robinlandseadel at comcast.net>  
> wrote:
>
>> From: Robin Landseadel <robinlandseadel at comcast.net>
>> Subject: Re: Oulipian Novel?
>> To: pynchon-l at waste.org
>> Date: Wednesday, March 25, 2009, 11:24 AM
>> On Mar 25, 2009, at 8:04 AM, Paul
>> Mackin wrote:
>>
>>> Here's an idea: Let 's try discussing VL for a week
>> without using the word facisist or fascistic.
>>
>> Well, that shoots my plans to hell ; )