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Grex > Books > #79: The Mysterious Quote - Winter 1999 Edition | |
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remmers
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response 109 of 195:
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Feb 9 16:26 UTC 1999 |
Oh, I can find interesting, amusing, and enlightening quotes
pretty quickly. Hold on a sec...
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remmers
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response 110 of 195:
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Feb 9 16:38 UTC 1999 |
Okay, here we go. This is actually a short quote, but it looks long
because of the formatting.
William Saroyan said, "I ruined my
life by marrying the same woman
twice."
there will always be something
to ruin our lives,
William,
it all depends upon
what or which
finds us
first,
we are always
ripe and ready
to be taken.
ruined lives are
normal
both for the wise
and
others.
it is only when
that life
ruined
becomes ours
we realize
then
that the suicides, the
drunkards, the mad, the
jailed, the dopers
and etc. etc.
are just as common
a part of existence
as the gladiola, the
rainbow
the
hurricane
and nothing
left
on the kitchen
shelf.
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mcnally
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response 111 of 195:
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Feb 9 17:01 UTC 1999 |
(unlikely, but..) Richard Brautigan?
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remmers
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response 112 of 195:
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Feb 9 17:34 UTC 1999 |
Not Brautigan.
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davel
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response 113 of 195:
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Feb 10 02:19 UTC 1999 |
Wild guess: John Berryman?
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sjones
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response 114 of 195:
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Feb 10 10:41 UTC 1999 |
william carlos williams?
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remmers
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response 115 of 195:
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Feb 10 18:22 UTC 1999 |
Neither Berryman nor Williams.
The author is a deceased American male.
I plan on posting another quote sometime today or tomorrow if nobody
has guessed it by then.
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remmers
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response 116 of 195:
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Feb 11 13:52 UTC 1999 |
Here's another quote. As with the first one, I've reproduced the
formatting exactly.
*nothing* is easier than
writing
it becomes ridiculously
easy
and
as you continue to do
it
critical articles will be
written
on how you do it
why you do
it
and
what it
means.
and,
of course, you
won't know
what the hell
they are talking
about.
because
the typewriter
does it
all you
do
is sit down
in front of it.
it will take care
of
damn near
everything
except
death and
bad
women.
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aruba
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response 117 of 195:
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Feb 11 15:19 UTC 1999 |
Carl Sandburg?
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remmers
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response 118 of 195:
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Feb 11 16:29 UTC 1999 |
Not Sandburg. But like Sandburg, this author wrote both prose and
poetry.
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remmers
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response 119 of 195:
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Feb 14 13:19 UTC 1999 |
No guesses in a few days. Time for another quote:
my father
was a truly amazing man.
he pretended to be
rich
even though we lived on beans and mush and weenies
when we sat down to eat, he said,
"not everybody can eat like this."
and because he wanted to be rich or because he actually
thought he *was* rich
he always voted Republican
and he voted for Hoover against Roosevelt
and he lost
and then he voted for Alf Landon against Roosevelt
and he lost again
saying, "I don't know what this world is coming to,
now we've got that god damned Red in there again
and the Russians will be in our backyard next!"
I think it was my father who made me decide to
become a bum.
I decided that if a man like that wants to be rich
then I want to be poor.
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remmers
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response 120 of 195:
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Feb 15 17:55 UTC 1999 |
Hm, this item it without recent guesses. I assume this means that
readers are without a clue. :)
Hint: A movie written by this author was made a few years ago. The
protagonist was the same fictional character who appears in a
number of the author's short stories.
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gjharb
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response 121 of 195:
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Feb 15 22:26 UTC 1999 |
I know nothing of peotry but everytime I read your quotes, the name "James
Thurber" pops into mind.
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remmers
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response 122 of 195:
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Feb 16 03:50 UTC 1999 |
Not Thurber.
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sekari
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response 123 of 195:
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Feb 17 20:39 UTC 1999 |
random shot in the dark:
Douglass Copeland
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remmers
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response 124 of 195:
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Feb 18 14:13 UTC 1999 |
Not Douglass Copeland (whom I know nothing about).
I'll try to post another quote soon.
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md
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response 125 of 195:
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Feb 18 23:28 UTC 1999 |
It looks like Koch or Creely on the page, but I'm not
familiar enough with either of them to hazard a guess.
It also sounds a bit like Erica Jong, and the description
fits except for the dead white male part.
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remmers
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response 126 of 195:
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Feb 19 13:10 UTC 1999 |
Not any of those.
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atticus
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response 127 of 195:
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Feb 20 13:41 UTC 1999 |
e e cummings?
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remmers
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response 128 of 195:
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Feb 21 01:17 UTC 1999 |
Not e e cummings.
Here's something from one of the author's short stories. The milieu is
typical.
Tom and Max walked in front of the gang of them. They
were walking down Broadway in Los Angeles. There were more
than 50 bums walking along behind Tom and Max. 50 or more
bums--blinking, staggering, not exactly sure of what was
happening. The ordinary citizens on the street were aston-
ished. They stopped, they stepped aside and watched. Some
were frightened, some laughed. To others it appeard to be
a joke, or some movie in the making. The makeup was perfect:
the actors looked like bums. But where were the cameras.
Tom and Max led the march.
"Listen, Max, I only told 8. How many did you tell?"
"Maybe 9."
"I wonder what the hell happened?"
"They must have told each other . . ."
They walked along. It was like a mad dream that couldn't be
stopped. At the corner of 7th, the light changed to red. Tom
and Max stopped and the bums bunched up behind them waiting.
The smell of unwashed socks and underwear, booze and bad
breath, wafted through the air. The Goodyear blimp circled
aimlessly overhead. The smog settled bluegrey in the street.
Then the signal changed to green. Tom and Max stepped
forward. The bums followed.
"Even though I visualized this," said Tom, "I can't
believe it's really happening."
"It's happening," said Max.
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gjharb
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response 129 of 195:
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Feb 23 14:03 UTC 1999 |
Another shot-in-the-dark guess -- Jack Kerouc (sp.?)?
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mooncat
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response 130 of 195:
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Feb 23 14:13 UTC 1999 |
(kerouac)
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sekari
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response 131 of 195:
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Feb 23 17:13 UTC 1999 |
neal cassady
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remmers
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response 132 of 195:
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Feb 24 11:54 UTC 1999 |
Not Kerouac or Cassady.
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sjones
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response 133 of 195:
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Feb 24 18:40 UTC 1999 |
hunter s thompson?
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