Wednesday, November 08, 2006


that couch, you potato.
ideologically, physically, morally.
you potato.
you veg.
you historicist.
popper gets gas-sick at mentions of your name.
he writes books special.
but flushes them.
you comb-over mohican.
but refers to nothing.
bathes barfs at the sight of you.
we all itch in your direction.


Blogger St Anthony said...

Comb-over mohican ... priceless.

I've often felt like a simulacrum ... is there a better original off somewhere having a better time?

Wednesday, November 08, 2006 2:00:00 pm  
Blogger Dr Anthony Donovan said...

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Thursday, November 09, 2006 8:58:00 am  
Blogger Dr Anthony Donovan said...

Thanks. That made me smile, too, actually; and if you knew the target of my invective, it's even funnier, I think!

Simulacra-wise: references, ie, Plato's Cave, multi-verse, etc. It's nice to dabble with and to entertain these notions. But I'm a bit A Level classical physics meets stripped-down Existentialism with a pull your socks up working-class upbringing, with catholicism thrown in. So it's live this life to the best or don't. I get my multi-verse kicks with my cyber personae, via murmurists, by making pictures, poems, music. That's out-of-body enough, I feel: seeing one's hands on a guitar, etc. Basic phenomena like that is weird enough, I reckon.

If there is a cave with some other AD, I hope he's read more books, was born without migraine, and never moved to Northampton!

Thursday, November 09, 2006 9:00:00 am  

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