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...more complicated than that. For Beach had begun talking about the externals of his problem to everyone who would listen, sometimes repeating the same story to three or four different people in a single afternoon. Beach worried, with reason, about becoming a boring old fart before his time. He wasn't sure whether or not he was boring his listeners--he did not think he had begun to repeat his story to the same people. But he was boring himself...
...that the Signet Society is only slightly more qualified to judge radical poetry than is Dean Dunlop to judge the "competence" of Professor Guinier, yet apparently Rich expected something more advanced, more avant-grade--or, at least, more subtle--from the guardians of upper-class culture, Well, even angles fart, and so must the sweet Signet subtlety occasionally sour. The elegant left (left of Eliot and Pound, that is) revealed its imperial purple this time, exposing itself as actually being scarred by the workshops of history. Yes, the Signet Society is "male-dominated": this sexism is one species of flora...
...them catch on. The Stones would be particularly appropriate for such an action because, unlike the late lamented Beatles, they have always represented those elements of AM radio which are most incomprehensible and noisy to the ears of a Harvard professor or any comparable middle-aged fart. Andy Williams might have recorded "Ruby Tuesday" but he ain't gonna come near "Honky Tonk Women...
...Presidential seal flashes on: "We interrupt this program for a message from the President." "I don't want to be in Vietnam," the President whines. "The Vietnam war..." --he searches for a perfectly clear description--"...is like a pebble in my shoe; it's like blowing a wet fart..." "America has balls..."--again he looks for the perfect phrase--"...and if any of you out there take offense at that you can go take a flying shit...
...Encolpius meets a poet named Eumolphus, and the two talk of the decadent disrepair of the art of their time, and look back wistfully to past classics. Having thus conveniently suspended the present in cultural malaise, the two head off to a banquet/orgy given by Trimalchio. a fat old fart whom Petronius, the author of the original Satyricon, patterned after the Emperor Nero. The debauch at the party is complete, happily (for me) beyond the descriptive power of adjectives and adverbs. Merriment is cooled by a breach of good taste when Eumolphus accuses Trimalchio of plagiarizing Lucretius, Obviously...