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Old 09-14-2008   #11
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Re: Black Humour Passage of the Day

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. Murphy sat out of it, as though he were free, in a mew in West Brompton. Here for what might have been six months he had eaten, drunk, slept, and put his clothes on and off, in a medium-sized cage of north-western aspect commanding an unbroken view of medium-sized cages of south-eastern aspect. Soon he would have to make other arrangements, for the mew had been condemned. Soon he would have to buckle to and start eating, drinking, sleeping, and putting his clothes on and off in quite alien surroundings.

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Re: Black Humour Passage of the Day

A is for Amy who fell down the stairs
B is for Basil assaulted by bears
C is for Clara who wasted away
D is for Desmond thrown out of a sleigh
E is for Ernest who choked on a peach
F is for Fanny sucked dry by a leech
G is for George smothered under a rug
H is for Hector done in by a thug
I is for Ida who drowned in a lake
J is for James who took lye by mistake
K is for Kate who was struck with a axe
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O is for Olive run through with an awl
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Q is for Quentin who sank in a mire
R is for Rhoda consumed by a fire
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V is for Victor squashed under a train
W is for Winnie embedded in ice
X is for Xerxes devoured by mice
Y is for Yorick whose head was knocked in
Z is for Zillah who drank too much gin

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"Reality is the shadow of the word." -- Bruno Schulz
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Re: Black Humour Passage of the Day

From “Haïta the Shepherd” (1891), by Ambrose Bierce

“My son,” said the hermit from his couch of straw, freshly gathered that morning by Haïta's hands, . . .“tell me what sorrow hath befallen thee, that age may minister to the hurts of youth with such balms as it hath of its wisdom.”

Haïta told him all: how thrice he had met the radiant maid, and thrice she had left him forlorn. He related minutely all that had passed between them, omitting no word of what had been said.

When he had ended, the holy hermit was a moment silent, then said: “My son, I have attended to thy story, and I know the maiden. I have myself seen her, as have many. Know, then, that her name, which she would not even permit thee to inquire, is Happiness. Thou saidst the truth to her, that she is capricious for she imposeth conditions that man can not fulfill, and delinquency is punished by desertion. She cometh only when unsought, and will not be questioned. One manifestation of curiosity, one sign of doubt, one expression of misgiving, and she is away! How long didst thou have her at any time before she fled?”

“Only a single instant,” answered Haïta, blushing with shame at the confession. “Each time I drove her away in one moment.”

“Unfortunate youth!” said the holy hermit, “but for thine indiscretion thou mightst have had her for two.”
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Re: Black Humour Passage of the Day

“And so was his grandfather” [Asta su Abuelo], Plate 39 of Los Caprichos (1799), by Francisco Goya


This poor animal has been driven mad by Genealogists and Heralds. He’s not the only one. [A este pobre animal le han vuelto loco los Genialogistas y reyes de Armas. No es el solo.]

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The Dinner Man himself often teased Beatie with his ventriloquist skills (which bordered on mind-throwing ones), to such a degree that she had fallen in love with a wicker chair. This, Beatie was told, had been handicrafted by a member of the commune who had been blind, deaf, dumb and amputated; he had died only last spring, just after completing it, the night they all had thought a police raid was afoot.

"Why do we call you Dinner Man, Dinner Man?" Beatie asked, almost with the breath rather than the voice—or, perhaps, with an inconsistent consistency of saliva she incubated within the throat walls.

She had never thought to pose the question before, but this evening she had a devil inside. It seemed, in fact, that significant stirrings in the flatland of fate were impending. The Dinner Man put his arm round Beatie's shoulders and, ensuring that he avoided disturbing the pins in her hair, took a peck at her petal-soft cheek. He decided that silence was the only possible reply to her question. The whole matter was far too complicated for mere words to suffice. But another commune member who had come to sit nearby mimicked a reply, much to the Dinner Man's irritation:

"My face resembles what once was slopped on school canteen plates."
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Re: Black Humour Passage of the Day

From "A Galaxy Called Rome," by Barry N. Malzberg

As interesting as the material was, I quailed even at this series of notes, let alone a polished, completed work. My personal life is my black hole, I felt like pointing out (who would listen?); my daughters provide more correct and sticky implosion than any neutron star, and the sound of the pulsars is as nothing to the music of the paddock area at Aqueduct racetrack in Ozone Park, Queens, on a clear summer Tuesday. "Enough of these breathtaking concepts, infinite distances, quasar leaps, binding messages amidst the arms of the spiral nebula," I could have pointed out. "I know that there are those who find an ultimate truth there, but I am not one of them. I would rather dedicate the years of life remaining (my melodramatic streak) to an understanding of the agonies of this middle-class town in northern New Jersey; until I can deal with these, how can I comprehend Ridgefield Park, to say nothing of the extension of fission to include progressively heavier gases?" Indeed, I almost abided to this until it occurred to me that Ridgefield Park would forever be as mysterious as the stars and that one could not deny infinity merely to pursue a particular that would be impenetrable until the day of one's death.

So I decided to try the novelette, at least as this series of notes, although with some trepidation, but trepidation did not unsettle me, nor did I grieve, for my life is merely a set of notes for a life, and Ridgefield Park merely a rough working model of Trenton, in which, nevertheless, several thousand people live who cannot discern their right hands from their left, and also much cattle.
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Re: Black Humour Passage of the Day

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From "A Galaxy Called Rome," by Barry N. Malzberg

As interesting as the material was, I quailed even at this series of notes, let alone a polished, completed work. My personal life is my black hole, I felt like pointing out (who would listen?); my daughters provide more correct and sticky implosion than any neutron star, and the sound of the pulsars is as nothing to the music of the paddock area at Aqueduct racetrack in Ozone Park, Queens, on a clear summer Tuesday. "Enough of these breathtaking concepts, infinite distances, quasar leaps, binding messages amidst the arms of the spiral nebula," I could have pointed out. "I know that there are those who find an ultimate truth there, but I am not one of them. I would rather dedicate the years of life remaining (my melodramatic streak) to an understanding of the agonies of this middle-class town in northern New Jersey; until I can deal with these, how can I comprehend Ridgefield Park, to say nothing of the extension of fission to include progressively heavier gases?" Indeed, I almost abided to this until it occurred to me that Ridgefield Park would forever be as mysterious as the stars and that one could not deny infinity merely to pursue a particular that would be impenetrable until the day of one's death.

So I decided to try the novelette, at least as this series of notes, although with some trepidation, but trepidation did not unsettle me, nor did I grieve, for my life is merely a set of notes for a life, and Ridgefield Park merely a rough working model of Trenton, in which, nevertheless, several thousand people live who cannot discern their right hands from their left, and also much cattle.
I’ve been following the recent conversation on the board about Barry Malzberg with great interest. This blinding passage makes me want to read him sooner rather than later. A darkly disposed haunter of Aqueduct and north Jersey? Mon semblable, mon frère . . .

Thanks, gveranon!
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Re: Black Humour Passage of the Day

Daisy, In the great torrent of Malzberg's early '70s writings there are at least a couple of novels that feature Aqueduct racetrack. One is an sf novel called Overlay and the other is a non-sf novel called Underlay. I haven't read either of them, so I went to this website about Malzberg for information. In the photo on the site, Malzberg bears a striking resemblance to Groucho Marx!

According to the website's information about Overlay, "The novel is about the interplay between an alien (who is the narrator) and a number of down and out racetrack goers." Overlay is related to Underlay, which is not science fiction, and which Malzberg says is "the best novel I ever wrote or was capable of writing." An excerpt from Underlay is available online.
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Daisy, In the great torrent of Malzberg's early '70s writings there are at least a couple of novels that feature Aqueduct racetrack.
Dear gveranon,

I’ve just revisited this thread for the first time in two weeks, to discover your helpful post! Thank you so much for directing me to Malzberg’s Aqueduct-centered fiction. As young bachelors in the 1970s, my father and his brother loved playing the horses, and spent a great deal of time at Aqueduct and other New York City-area tracks (the Meadowlands, Yonkers, and Belmont). I can’t wait to read Overlay, to see if Malzberg has the same feel for that world as my father and uncle did. With regard to the “‘down and out racetrack goers,’” my Dad always used to say, with wistfulness and admiration: “Horseplayers are great people.”

Thanks again and again,

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Re: Black Humour Passage of the Day

“Channel Firing” (1914), by Thomas Hardy

That night your great guns, unawares,
Shook all our coffins as we lay,
And broke the chancel window-squares,
We thought it was the Judgment-day

And sat upright. While drearisome
Arose the howl of wakened hounds:
The mouse let fall the altar-crumb,
The worms drew back into the mounds,

The glebe cow drooled. Till God called, “No;
It’s gunnery practice out at sea
Just as before you went below;
The world is as it used to be:

“All nations striving strong to make
Red war yet redder. Mad as hatters
They do no more for Christés sake
Than you who are helpless in such matters.

“That this is not the judgment-hour
For some of them’s a blessed thing,
For if it were they’d have to scour
Hell’s floor for so much threatening. . . .

“Ha, ha. It will be warmer when
I blow the trumpet (if indeed
I ever do; for you are men,
And rest eternal sorely need).”

So down we lay again. “I wonder,
Will the world ever saner be,”
Said one, “than when He sent us under
In our indifferent century!”

And many a skeleton shook his head.
“Instead of preaching forty year,”
My neighbour Parson Thirdly said,
“I wish I had stuck to pipes and beer.”

Again the guns disturbed the hour,
Roaring their readiness to avenge,
As far inland as Stourton Tower,
And Camelot, and starlit Stonehenge.
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