Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1998 12:49:58 -0400 From: John Young <jya-AT-pipeline.com> Subject: Re: PLC: Generic equivalent The skeptics are right, as ever, can't go wrong with skepticism, right? Whistling away the dread winddown of vain comprehension. Vonnegut also whistled in the dark, joking that he figured the docs fictioned his death in order to incur Kurt's maximized indebtedness, "youse angels saved my life, how can I ever repay you? And the whitecoats grinned like priests unctioning extremely, tote him up, Accounts Receivable, name a ward for his generosity." Resuscitation, actual and fictional, is and has been great commerce historically, whoa, that's what history is, peddling right sharp imaginary tales of being remembered, immortalized, as many revisions as your bequeathment can fund for fact-packed bio, rouged and embalmed, immuno-geneo of whatever is fancied in the way of longevity, distinguished lineage, pure blood, perfect genes, racial superiorty assuring civilization's bestest. Whoa, that's what art is, and science trails (pun) at, so Kurt and Joseph and Susan moan like crippled creatures peddling all they got left: embellished aches and pains and fancy dress suffering and sick jokery for youths too uninformed to feel it slipping away, tick tick tick. Tick. Sontag cracked: dying well is the best revenge, that is, not dying but writing about it winningly, scaring the reader senseless, like the ancients. Not having to face up to the actuality of it, well, that's the young's (pun) ticket to immortality. --- from list phillitcrit-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu ---
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