by Bodwyn Wook, Literary Agent
The other day I had occasion to note that “[l]ast year there was a proliferation of ‘Libertarian’ websites obviously pitched by guys in their forties with chronic boners for pierced-pussy, aimed at ‘young people,’ complete with stale 1990s slang, and lots of that fuzzy-feelly old shit about ‘Live & Let Live,’ and averring that society (as well as “nonexistent!”) in any way, shape or form is the enemy of The Teenagers of ALL ages. There was a lot of that Ayn Rand neurotic refusal-of-life stuff, about the ‘artistic’ and misunderstood individual which, naturally, is completely false to the adult reality, above all, of /communal liberty/. For good or ill, that is the point and purpose of ‘a well-ordered militia,’ so blinkered & ‘ignerant’ rustics CAN kick the bastards out when they come prying around, with their leaky pipelines and shopping mauls, and corporate ‘organic’ wind generators and ‘farmer-owned’ (like Hell!) ethanol plants.”
An admiring reader was kindly to write in: “This is pure art!” It was no-end gratifying, not least because the lonely vigil & work of re-establishing an appropriately convoluted & arcane English prosody is a solitary calling; and, not-infrequently one is assailed for it by halfwitted limpidists & the frankly jealous.
Envy wrote back, in vain to sneer:
Your prose is gratuitously over-creative, with more-than-questionable punctuation. Also, you misspelled oeuvre, beauteous, and sapphire.
There are many parts and pieces The Wook has painted in written words that could be printed on a canvas that would show up any of the high priced art that sells in the gallaries found in NY, San Fran, and LA, to name just a few.
This is to me real art :
“This Tea Party-prone element in the GOP bobbittean calculus of machiavellian horror and murder without end remains a real problem.
“They are the jacks of the political pack. They are volatile, doused in ‘Lite’ ‘Beer’ and methamphetamine, they listen to an emotionalist music, and drive and shop and, sometimes, bowl for mental relief; all the while plying and plugging themselves up with intellect-blocking hydrogenated oils and corn syrup. They smoke right inside the CAT scan and MRI machine; the males get up at night to pee a dozen, if not fifteen, times. Regardless of these grim hopeless facts, they in fact consider themselves to be still /the/ healthy, the /unblemished/, and above all Good & Moral Heartwood of America. In their own self-image, they are the /only/ ‘true’ Americans. But in fact, the dietary damage by corporate industrial foodstuffs to the mentality as well as body is largely irreversible, and it comes on top of a third generation now of irremediably bad ‘education.’ It is this hideous table of fatally factual historical deficits that demonstrates why the Under Republicans (so many of them good former Democrats!) are so subject to fads and kicks, and fantasies of a ‘Second American Revolution.'”
And Modesty replied, with soft blushes; and, in honor of the very many kinds of written work now being done in many, many quarters, so often so very secret & concealed:
…[I]t is very, very kind of you to say so.
Mind you, though, I’ve a good friend of many years standing who has composed in the most stark, bare, naked language you can imagine a graphic and horrific picture of our actual situation of to-day.
This he has done most artfully in a series of hideous vignettes or, shall we say and leave it at that, recto-annular & strangulated stomatic medical parables.
It is a psycho-realism of the most harrowing sort, and it lays naked and bare and starkly to be viewed the Lie & Pretensions of Public Liberal “helping” professionalism and its filthy hidden league with The Coproation (NB).
If only I could persuade him to come forward under a suitable nom de guerre, then you should all have something to read!
My confections in spun sugar then would crumble in to little piles on the table of great expectations before the fury of his exposition; but, alas, he is shy and fears — rightly — an he were but known to them, why, The Doctors in a rage at the sheer unclothed exposure of their brutish methods of “helpful treatment” WOULD arrange an iatrogenic episode on his very next visit to them.
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[26 February 2011]