A SENTENCE BY HARRY MATHEWS
Mannish Madame Nevtaya slowly cried “Fur bowls!” and the Fideist batter, alert to the sense behind the sound of her words, jogged toward first base.
From TLOOTH. Hail Oulipo!
CARTOON FRIDAY 101
RANDOM KWIZ AND ANSWER
When marrying for the sixth time, grain elevator consultant Trembling Al Novotny opted to wear:
a. nothing.
b. a strategically placed harmonica.
c. a chocolate hat.
d. Martian antlers.
Answer: b and c. He wore ‘d’ to get his driver’s license renewed. He wore ‘a’ only when knitting.
VENISON THEME CONTINUED
RAKARA
VENISON, A MEAT POEM
Venison is good to eat
Especially if you’re fond of meat
Even if you’re vegetarian
You’d like it better than random carrion
ANDERSEN/DICKENS FIGHT REPLAY
At the bell, the lanky Dane with the huge head, hands and feet burst into tears. Dickens advanced with a left jab, commenting, “Hans, old boy, I thoroughly enjoyed ‘The Little Mermaid’.” Bursting into renewed tears, this time tears of gratification, Andersen covered up, sobbing on the ropes. Dickens became so verbose that he failed to deliver a single blow, and the round ended with Andersen retreating to his corner weeping.
The crowd booed the lack of action, causing Andersen to burst into tears.
Rounds 2 through 8 were much the same, what with the Dane weeping and the Englishman chatting. However, in the midst of Round 9, in response to overhearing a cutting remark from the crowd about his knobby knees, Andersen fell forward weeping in grief, and his giant head clipped Dickens on the jaw. Both writers sprawled on the canvas, and the contest was declared a draw.
The two of them were seen later that night in a pub, sobbing and singing.
OFF CAMERA
Out of the picture to the left, a young girl in a gingham dress is stretched out asleep. Next to her a huge lion sprawls, similarly unconscious. Standing nearby are two figures shouting for help. One is a man made entirely of tin. The other, an animated scarecrow man, flaps his floppy straw arms.
A SENTENCE BY ERIC BLAIR
Gordon averted his eyes from a beastly Rackhamesque dust-jacket; elvish children tripping Wendily through the glade.
Yes, alias George Orwell wrote that. Yes, Wendily. Wendily! Outstanding, old fellow! Killer! I bow in your general direction.







