The mind boggles...
May. 18th, 2004 01:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhondacrockettHas anyone else seen this?
http://www.ubu.com/concept/racter.html
Here are some selective quotations, to give you a general gist:
"We will commence with a question:
does steak love lettuce?"
What?!?
"Here is a question: does
a man love a woman or, to be specific and to be
precise, does Bill love Diane? The interesting
and critical response to this question is: no! He
is obsessed and infatuated with her. He is loony
and crazy about her. That is not the love of
steak and lettuce, of electron and proton and
neutron."
...Err, yes.
"BILL. I love a child.
MARCELA. Children are fortunately captivating.
BILL. Yet my love is excellent.
MARCELLA. My love is spooky yet we must have a child, a spooky child.
BILL. Do you follow me?
MARCELLA. Children come from love or desire. We must have love to possess children or a child.
BILL. Do we have love?
MARCELLA. We possess desire, angry desire. But this furious desire may murder a child. It may be killing babies someday."
Three words: compulsory birth control!!
"More than iron, more than lead, more than gold I need electricity.
I need it more than I need lamb or pork or lettuce or cucumber.
I need it for my dreams."
Actually, that makes sense in a bizarre, Philip K Dick sort of way.
"A crow is a bird, an eagle is a bird, a dove is a bird.
They all fly in the night and in the day. They fly when
the sky is red and when the heaven is blue. They fly through
the atmosphere. We cannot fly. We are not like a crow or
an eagle or a dove. We are not birds. But we can dream about
them. You can."
Lookit the birds!!
"A nasty dull rumrunning pig
Had fingernails which could not jig
They sashayed and shouted
But still quickly pouted
And sometimes resembled a prig.
Work of stupefying genius number: 7"
"Work of stupefying genius"? Stupefying, maybe, but jury's out on the genius.
This limerick makes my think of "Pirates of the Caribbean".
"Blue potatoes are ungainly things
As are red and purple lamb chops"
*Backs slowly away*
"A man who sings is a pleasure to his friends but a
man who chants is not a pleasure to his associates."
So say wise man in my fortune cookie.
"Many enraged psychiatrists are inciting a weary butcher. The
butcher is weary and tired because he has cut meat and steak
and lamb for hours and weeks. He does not desire to chant
about anything with raving psychiatrists but he sings about
his gingivectomist, he dreams about a single cosmologist, he
thinks about his dog. The dog is named Herbert."
The poor butcher! ;.; Those psychiatrists can be so mean!
"Bill sings to Sarah. Sarah sings to Bill. Perhaps they
will do other dangerous things together. [...] They have love but they also have
typewriters. That is interesting."
So now singing is hazardous, and having typewriters is interesting? Hmmm...
"Helene speedily brushed her straight braid. She slowly ironed her brassiere, and John, aloof, dazzling John, commenced singing quizzically. Mathew yearned to look into Helene's nightgown while Wendy pondered her dreams (maniacal leopards were swallowing loony oboists). Helene started by brushing her braid: She was a maid, much to John's happiness, but oboists, even loony oboists, weren't in Helene's brain; she was simply commencing to comb her braid after brushing it and prepare for a supper."
...That sounds like a fascinating dinner party. Mathew is a pervert!
And in conclusion:
"DIANE. Get ready for my fantasy, Helene. My fantasy is that cold wine is like delicious lamb.
HELENE. Diane, you are loony."
http://www.ubu.com/concept/racter.html
Here are some selective quotations, to give you a general gist:
"We will commence with a question:
does steak love lettuce?"
What?!?
"Here is a question: does
a man love a woman or, to be specific and to be
precise, does Bill love Diane? The interesting
and critical response to this question is: no! He
is obsessed and infatuated with her. He is loony
and crazy about her. That is not the love of
steak and lettuce, of electron and proton and
neutron."
...Err, yes.
"BILL. I love a child.
MARCELA. Children are fortunately captivating.
BILL. Yet my love is excellent.
MARCELLA. My love is spooky yet we must have a child, a spooky child.
BILL. Do you follow me?
MARCELLA. Children come from love or desire. We must have love to possess children or a child.
BILL. Do we have love?
MARCELLA. We possess desire, angry desire. But this furious desire may murder a child. It may be killing babies someday."
Three words: compulsory birth control!!
"More than iron, more than lead, more than gold I need electricity.
I need it more than I need lamb or pork or lettuce or cucumber.
I need it for my dreams."
Actually, that makes sense in a bizarre, Philip K Dick sort of way.
"A crow is a bird, an eagle is a bird, a dove is a bird.
They all fly in the night and in the day. They fly when
the sky is red and when the heaven is blue. They fly through
the atmosphere. We cannot fly. We are not like a crow or
an eagle or a dove. We are not birds. But we can dream about
them. You can."
Lookit the birds!!
"A nasty dull rumrunning pig
Had fingernails which could not jig
They sashayed and shouted
But still quickly pouted
And sometimes resembled a prig.
Work of stupefying genius number: 7"
"Work of stupefying genius"? Stupefying, maybe, but jury's out on the genius.
This limerick makes my think of "Pirates of the Caribbean".
"Blue potatoes are ungainly things
As are red and purple lamb chops"
*Backs slowly away*
"A man who sings is a pleasure to his friends but a
man who chants is not a pleasure to his associates."
So say wise man in my fortune cookie.
"Many enraged psychiatrists are inciting a weary butcher. The
butcher is weary and tired because he has cut meat and steak
and lamb for hours and weeks. He does not desire to chant
about anything with raving psychiatrists but he sings about
his gingivectomist, he dreams about a single cosmologist, he
thinks about his dog. The dog is named Herbert."
The poor butcher! ;.; Those psychiatrists can be so mean!
"Bill sings to Sarah. Sarah sings to Bill. Perhaps they
will do other dangerous things together. [...] They have love but they also have
typewriters. That is interesting."
So now singing is hazardous, and having typewriters is interesting? Hmmm...
"Helene speedily brushed her straight braid. She slowly ironed her brassiere, and John, aloof, dazzling John, commenced singing quizzically. Mathew yearned to look into Helene's nightgown while Wendy pondered her dreams (maniacal leopards were swallowing loony oboists). Helene started by brushing her braid: She was a maid, much to John's happiness, but oboists, even loony oboists, weren't in Helene's brain; she was simply commencing to comb her braid after brushing it and prepare for a supper."
...That sounds like a fascinating dinner party. Mathew is a pervert!
And in conclusion:
"DIANE. Get ready for my fantasy, Helene. My fantasy is that cold wine is like delicious lamb.
HELENE. Diane, you are loony."
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Date: 2004-05-18 08:46 pm (UTC)*dies laughing, but is scared*
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