Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Its a feeling like this that makes you architecture.

I found this remarkable text glued to a wall in Kensington Market the other day. At first glance, it looks like a classic specimen of paranoid schizophrenic writing. (Bizarre coincidence: I spent some time casting about on the web looking for a sample of a paranoid schizophrenic text, gave up, and then someone posted one in the comments section of my last blogpost. So for a very fine example of the kind of thing I'm referring to, just click back one post.) On closer examination, though, it lacks many of the hallmarks of texts of that kind. There's very little reference to massive global conspiracies or thought control, and little sense that the writer feels persecuted. Instead we have what sound like fragments from promotional, journalistic and literary writing -- that might even be a Ulysses reference in the lower left-hand sheet. Pathology, or procedural poetry? Anyone want to hazard a guess?


Blogger ranjit said...

I bet it's procedural poetry taken from someone's spam email. Or it's a song.

8:28 p.m., May 29, 2007  
Blogger Nadia said...

Ooo, that's a good guess: it DOES read like spam. It's wall spam!

9:54 p.m., May 29, 2007  
Blogger Ward McBurney said...

"What are you going to do with him now that he is alive?"

Sounds like a fair question to me.

5:58 a.m., June 18, 2007  
Blogger Ward McBurney said...

Have spent more time with this ... too much to say in this format; incandescent, brilliant, plaintive, nattering, above all, those dates ...

12:44 a.m., June 20, 2007  

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