We can’t bust heads like we used to but we have our ways one trick is to tell stories that don’t go anywhere like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville I needed a new heel for my shoe so I decided to go to Morganville which is what they called Shelbyville in those days so I tied an onion to my belt which was the style at the time now to take the ferry cost a nickel and in those days nickels had pictures of bumble bees on them gimme five bees for a quarter you’d say Now was I Oh yeah the important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt at the time you couldn’t get where onions because of the war the only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.
Approximate transcription: “Some of you fuckers complained that I didn’t use periods in my last book. Take these ones and place them wherever you want
Peace out and go to hell. [page and a half of random punctuation]”
In case you don’t know, that’s an excerpt from A Pickle for the Knowing Ones by Timothy Dexter, a man known for making terrible financial choices at the right time. For example, he sent coal to Newcastle, which arrived just after miners went on strike, so he made a fortune. His whole life is a farce.
We can’t bust heads like we used to but we have our ways one trick is to tell stories that don’t go anywhere like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville I needed a new heel for my shoe so I decided to go to Morganville which is what they called Shelbyville in those days so I tied an onion to my belt which was the style at the time now to take the ferry cost a nickel and in those days nickels had pictures of bumble bees on them gimme five bees for a quarter you’d say Now was I Oh yeah the important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt at the time you couldn’t get where onions because of the war the only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.
just gonna put this here
Approximate transcription: “Some of you fuckers complained that I didn’t use periods in my last book. Take these ones and place them wherever you want Peace out and go to hell. [page and a half of random punctuation]”
In case you don’t know, that’s an excerpt from A Pickle for the Knowing Ones by Timothy Dexter, a man known for making terrible financial choices at the right time. For example, he sent coal to Newcastle, which arrived just after miners went on strike, so he made a fortune. His whole life is a farce.
Right page, 6th line, second character is wrong.
Cannot… unsee…
Also:
Early metafiction is fun, if not especially easy to read.