> Thanks Robin but Vileboris is not the sort of cat it is advisable to puke
> over P
There was a Thing Said Somewhere -- "Spit on the cat and call the mat a
bastard."
How would VoleBorushnikoff react to that?
Then there was trying to escape from the Ghost of Guy Debord --
The ghost of Guy Debord
Is knick/knacking at the door.
You'd think that the one place you'd be free of all the damn sixties trauma
would be in a Leicester Nit Hutch. But that was before I encountered Jim
the Self-Mutilator.
We got off on the wrong foot over an argument about Shelley which segued
through trying to reconstruct the first six stanzas of "The Masque of
Anarchy" from memory via a really silly game which turned on the titles of
the first works of texts -- "Widower's Houses", anyone -- I MEAN, what the
hell else do you do if you're sectioned into an East Midlands mental ward?
So anyway, I said to Jim, "I have a problem in that I think I am being
haunted by The Suicidal Ghost of Guy Debord," and he promptly began quoting
_The Society of the Spectacle_.
... in French.
Blurp.
Makes you wunner, but.
<g>
R.
> Otherwise very moving
>
> -----Original Message-----
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> poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Robin Hamilton
> Sent: 28 June 2005 16:59
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> Subject: For VileBoris, from Cambridge
>
> SAD SEEN
>
> "Think of it as
> a Situationist
> Manifestation,"
>
> he said,
>
> puking up
> all over the cat.
>
>
> RH.
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