Word: weirdly
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...conjectural game tangles the mind in difficulties antiworld speculations on the classics that an infinite number of monkeys might have composed on an infinite number of type writers. J.D. Salinger years ago enforced Connolly's game upon himself, vanishing into a weird silence that for those who love his work has always felt like a small, sharp loss. Thomas Pynchon dwells somewhere in an aloof privacy in deep cover making metaphysical devices in his basement, like a terrorist who has gone into the fireworks business...
...process. Or a head may come loose, sprout insect legs and toddle off across the floor. Designer Rob Bottin's work is novel and unforgettable, but since it exists in a near vacuum emotionally, it becomes too domineering dramatically and something of an exercise in abstract art. The weird lad down the block, the one who is always fooling around with his chemistry set, will love The Thing. The rest of the neighborhood is likely to find it more of a squeamer than a screamer. - Richard Schickel
...successful radio station whose employees were never quite resourceful or ruthless enough to be No. 1. I always thought of them as human Muppets. Dynel Andy and soft, squeezable Mr. Carlson tried to keep their charges in order. But Venus Flytrap and Johnny Fever, the disc jockeys, were too weird, and Les Nessman too straight, and Bailey too nice-a little like you, Mary-and Herb Tarlek too wonderfully oafish to realize he'd never make the big score. And the lovely Jennifer...
...with G. Gordon Liddy's favorite quotation from Nietzsche, the suspicion arises that somebody may be taking the enterprise a trifle too seriously. That's especially so when we know the title character is not borrowed from anyone's list of the great books, but from Weird Tales, a pulp magazine of the 1930s, and owes his continued life to comic books and paperback originals. Nostalgia for creatures from the black lagoon of adolescent fantasy, even a certain wry affection, is permissible; the lugubrious sobriety John Milius brings to Conan the Barbarian...
Since the names are completely unmodified, and the only motion, abstract or real, occurs when "names," the poem's subject, move around in weird physical ways, the conjuring becomes sloppy. Writing, "Domingo, Monico, Francisco, shining rivulets of sound." Nye plays with more than water in a desert. Since she has no control over the ideas these names evoke, the experiment fails-even if, by some coincidence, a reader jumps to the same ideas as Nye wants him to, the experiment misses as Art. A city cannot be reduced to a world because language can never be isolated from its meaning...