Friday, March 25, 2016

Letter from Reader


This just in from Josh Landar, regular 『Behold My Swarthy Face』 reader:
Dear Beholdmyswarthyface,

You asked if it was I who posted the recent comment, "Probably one of the best blogs on the internet." Certainly not! If it were I, I would have called it one of the most self-recycled windbag blogs on internet. It seems to be gone but earlier in the day I appreciated the opportunity to revisit A**x's comment in regards to his navy days: classic! Indeed. While I would like to comment on your more recent utterly fascinating original works, my communication as of late is restricted to the phrases "We go to the moon!" "homo mag," and "hobo camp." I do not want to offend the refined sensibilities of you, Beholdtheswarthyface, or those of Sally, Eoin Hogarth, ghost of Eoin Hogarth, son of Eoin Hogarth, let alone those characters created and copyrighted by myself in the great state of Tennessee by myself, ghost of Josh Landar. In conclusions, my sentiments are exact, if not profound. Thank you very much, sir. Dr. Swarthface. Ryan. Dude. It's me, Josh! If I didn't trick you already. I'm trying.
And, for the blind:

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is that picture really the ghost of Eoin Hogarth?

Love,
Mom

Anonymous said...

I noticed that in line two you have two I's lined up in a row ("If it was I I would have"). Is that grammatical?

Anonymous said...

His usage is correct.

-Sally Suzuki, Beholdmyswarthyface Media Director

Anonymous said...

Josh,

Your writing demonstrates the fundamental incoherence of the human psyche and the linguistic manipulations through which its apparent unity is constituted.

-Mabel Calahan, loyal reader in Dublin

Anonymous said...

Beholdmyswarthyface,

I hear you're working on the theme of literature as palimpsest. Here's something I came across the other day (from a thesis by Zoran Ančevski, Ph.D.), which I thought you might be interested in:

"Similarly, literature is neither an interior nor exterior "structure," but an entropic one. It is not just a list of strictly determined facts, ordered by some neutral methodology or by a purely objective and therefore "anesthetic" chronology; rather, it is a "structure" which includes the facts by colouring them with meaning and importance. The "structure" of literature is not constituted according to universal principles, but is, above all, a contingent, open "structure" which changes its form according its dialogism, intertextuality or the "free play" of its constituents. Literature is a dynamic and constantly open dialogue among the receding past, the elusive present and the postponed future. When preserving the past, literature creates an image of distance; when bridging the distance, it creates an image of an abyss; when bringing points together, it gives reality to the distance. It incorporates both conflict and division, its continuation depending not on itself alone - as it erases itself, it continues towards another narrative structure, so that at the same time it ends and continues, dies and lives, erases and (re)writes itself. Such narrative structure is not a "trancendental signified," but an opera aperta (Ecco), constantly "under the threat of erasure," a structure determined by the traces of its otherness, which is always absent; it is an anasemic, parergonal, palimpsestic "structure" (Derrida).

-Lucy Samuels

Anonymous said...

Speaking of palimpsests, Todorov says in the following work that "all texts are palimpsests." You might want to use his theory of the palimpsest in your study:

http://books.google.com/books?id=d94OAAAAQAAJ&dq=%22palimpsest%22+todorov&source=gbs_navlinks_s

Anonymous said...

Also see Genette's theory of the palimpsest.
-Sarah Suzuki

Anonymous said...

Beholdmyswarthyface,

I have noticed that bricolage seems to be your preferred technique of production. This, of course, is the characteristic mode of a schizophrenic producer.

Dr. Nabil al-Nasnimi

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Anonymous said...

Windbag! You, editor among men!

-Josh Landar