Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Quinean monostich in triplicate (updated/sublated)

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sporadic     uncut    apple stuff
sporadic     uncut    apple stuff
sporadic     uncut    apple stuff

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[Chant to the tune of:  “Puff - Puff - Cocoa Puffs!”
-- with which, ye gods, this almost rhymes.
The quotation is from Word and Object.]

[Nota bene:  If you have been paying attention, 
you will notice that all three of the keywords in the subject-line  assonate…
Cf. pronunciation of:  quineanmonostich.]



[Update 17 October 2012]  Since this odd posting  has recently received a number of hits, I re-viewed it, to see what it might be about.
Good … God … is this obscure.
Hardly anyone who wasn’t with me at Harvard (Class of ’71 -- and no, wiseguy, that’s not 1871)  would have an inkling.
So -- coming clean, before I must meet St Peter --
=> the “Cocoa Puffs” reference is to a rhythmic TV commerical of the 1950s,
which we, pint-sized captive audience, took in with our innocent ears.
=> The line from Quine 
aye … the line from Quine …
is a piece of (minimalist) Found Poetry, 
from out of a fairly dense and donnish linguistico-philosophical work.
The overarching point being:
Poetry is everywhere
      everywhere
           ev   er   y
                                          where ….

[Update 23 October 2012]  
There is yet a deeper point -- underarching, if you will --
which some of you  may have guessed.
Which is:   that these surface eruptions of the poetic verve
themselves  are but   as the mouths of a volcano
pointing  deepwards
to the living lava
lying beneath ……………………..

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