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Grex > Iq > #171: The Mysterious Quote Item |  |
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remmers
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response 200 of 224:
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Dec 3 12:14 UTC 2003 |
Wild guess, probably wrong: Don Marquis.
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polygon
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response 201 of 224:
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Dec 3 18:36 UTC 2003 |
Re 200. Not Don Marquis.
Another brief excerpt coming.
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polygon
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response 202 of 224:
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Dec 3 18:42 UTC 2003 |
Hmm, this isn't the kind of excerpt I meant, but I can't resist:
"Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands
and goes to work."
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md
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response 203 of 224:
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Dec 3 19:34 UTC 2003 |
That's a very familiar quote. Is it Mencken?
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willcome
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response 204 of 224:
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Dec 3 19:51 UTC 2003 |
IT's Pink Floyd.
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dcat
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response 205 of 224:
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Dec 3 22:22 UTC 2003 |
Ben Franklin?
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polygon
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response 206 of 224:
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Dec 4 02:13 UTC 2003 |
Re 203-205. Not Mencken, Pink Floyd, or Ben Franklin.
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polygon
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response 207 of 224:
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Dec 4 02:14 UTC 2003 |
The quote in #202 was published in 1959. The author was living at the
time.
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polygon
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response 208 of 224:
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Dec 4 02:15 UTC 2003 |
Er, um, I'm not actually looking at the source, but it was some time
in the 1950s anyway.
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willcome
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response 209 of 224:
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Dec 4 03:54 UTC 2003 |
I'll hedge my bets and say Pink Floyd.
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remmers
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response 210 of 224:
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Dec 4 13:48 UTC 2003 |
If Larry hadn't said that the author was male, I'd guess Dorthy
Parker.
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remmers
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response 211 of 224:
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Dec 4 14:01 UTC 2003 |
Something about these quotes reminds me of Ezra Pound. So I'll guess
him.
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slynne
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response 212 of 224:
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Dec 4 18:01 UTC 2003 |
I think I need another hint.
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twenex
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response 213 of 224:
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Dec 4 18:03 UTC 2003 |
Jack Kerouac?
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remmers
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response 214 of 224:
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Dec 4 18:14 UTC 2003 |
Actually, I've decided that this isn't Ezra Pound after all. Can I
withdraw my guess? (Just can't picture Pound calling anyone "Bob".
Nor complaining about paying attention to what dead people had to
say.)
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willcome
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response 215 of 224:
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Dec 4 22:23 UTC 2003 |
I say it's Pink Floyd.
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polygon
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response 216 of 224:
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Dec 5 05:55 UTC 2003 |
Not Dorothy Parker, Ezra Pound, or Jack Kerouac.
I'll post some of his prose soon.
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polygon
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response 217 of 224:
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Dec 5 06:06 UTC 2003 |
Okay, while I look for the book I have in mind, here's another poem by the
same author (after the dashed line below).
I am VERY surprised that nobody has guessed this one yet. I left out the
final lines of the first poem because I thought it would be TOO obvious.
The following is a complete poem.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Bricklayer Love
I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer
and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store.
I don't care like I used to; I lay bricks straighter than I
used to and I sing slower handling the trowel afternoons.
When the sun is in my eyes and the ladders are shaky and the
mortar boards go wrong, I think of you.
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other
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response 218 of 224:
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Dec 5 06:13 UTC 2003 |
Burroughs
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polygon
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response 219 of 224:
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Dec 5 06:39 UTC 2003 |
Re 218. Not Burroughs.
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happyboy
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response 220 of 224:
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Dec 5 06:54 UTC 2003 |
shit...uh...frank o'hara?
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polygon
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response 221 of 224:
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Dec 5 13:50 UTC 2003 |
Re 220. Not Frank O'Hara.
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remmers
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response 222 of 224:
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Dec 9 10:31 UTC 2003 |
Another quote then? Or hint? Please?
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gelinas
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response 223 of 224:
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Dec 9 12:45 UTC 2003 |
(Quotes so far from the current guest writer are in #191, #202 and #217.)
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polygon
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response 224 of 224:
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Dec 9 14:50 UTC 2003 |
Yes, yes, I'm trying to find a sample from the author's voluminous prose
works, none of which seem to be online. I'll try to get one posted today.
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