The Daily Flamer Spotlight
Garry Norris, aka "the Ivory Turtleneck" has sworn to murder the anti-foets and set their bodies aflame. Is that any way for an Ivory Turtleneck to talk? You want to murder us Garry?
From his weblog, Dagzine:
For the mass-kill...er...I mean culture of life...uh...misery-ending...their just isn't a nice word for it. For the execution: for the anti-foets: we will offer them a long walk into a formal room, a promenade, a march, Elgar's Pomp and Circumstance, we'll have them in robes, we'll present them with $500,000 Grants, National Book Awards, Janet Holmes begging for forgiveness, Jorie Graham burnt at the stake, they'll see chapbooks with new flashy graphic designs, all true-bound and expensive paper, each with their names on them, not limited editions either, and The New York Times will get their story straight,
and slowly we will chemically squeeze the life out of each of their petty, pitiful, raisined hearts with invisible gamma-foet-rays.
I volunteer to light the fire to burn their bodies
and we will flush their ashes down public toilets
in anonymous prairie-town Greyhound Stations.
We will count out meter--a new prosody--in
multiple flushes, map new stresses,
Yes, Garry, it's all very satyrical (sic). What are you angry about, what is your cause? You will defend to the death (our death, you imagine) corruption and fraud? My, that sounds an awful lot like the United States Army. But, you were in the Army, weren't you, Garry? Perhaps you even come from a military family? And perhaps academe is also a sort of military to you? Do you think foeting should have an "don't ask, don't tell" policy?
Why don't you put some of that energy into starting a movement? You can call it The New Careerists!
Thank you for letting me watch your reality tv blog life Garry, it's been most enlightening for a bloke like myself. I am truly impressed by your spleen. Artaud might have written a missive like yours above--had he been an AWP weenie, that is.
Pip Pip,
The Daily Flamer
Next Week:
Ron Silliman: A Fair Man
&
Laurrel Snider: Why are you off your meds, shouldn't you get a job?
posted by steve barron at 10:09 PM
8 Comments:
You're not misspelling people's names because you're afraid to confront them, are you dawg? That would be a seriously lame thing to do for such a famous badass and a phoenix that is once again rising. Rise up or move on.
Luv
Jimmy Behrle
My favorite moment at the Condi Norris dagozine is when aforementioned Condi says Alan Cordle is another white guy using the white power structure and on and on . . . yo. Does white homeboy stereotype professor wannabe Norris know where Big Al went to school? Yeah, Big Al's using White Power. Peace Out.
Jimmy, my old nemesis, it's good to see you, son.
Come here an give me a big, wet, sloppy pirate kiss.
Preferably on my ass.
Ol Foe,
Condi Norris doesn't realize he is whitey incarnate.
What school did you go to?
PS Jimmy,
Spelling their name wrong is an act of kindness. There's no reason for this to come up if their grandmother googles them on sunday morning.
They know where to find me.
You can't just threaten to murder people and set their bodies ablaze and not expect anyone to speak to that.
I graduated from NCCU: a historically Black college, majored in White Power there. Started a fraternity called Whitey Whitey Beta. Our step shows were really about stepping on the man.
Is Turtleneck so sure I'm White? Start googling, Jimmy. Your mirror project photos might not be so accurate.
Jimmy calls those pirate kisses "Rim Bankes."
Fo,
I knew you had the soul of a black man. I knew it!
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