Who did Kenny Roger
think
he was calling
with all that fried chicken?
-- from the forthcoming
Oblio's Cap
Kenny Rogers Roasters turns out to be related to the Coney Island legend. And I thought I was making connections.
That bit about "calling"? Think, "Every Elvis has his army," or "demographic segment defined by consumtion patterns."
And, just for the record, I don't really mean to be arcane, obtuse, abstruse. This is how I think. And this is my blog. And it's not like I'm saying this style of writing would ever work in a commercial setting. But isn't that part of the joy, and the hell, of the web, exploring some of the boundaries of acceptable prose? Aren't we all Joyces and Steins now, if only we have the will to try? And must that attempt then preclude anything as pedestrian as treating of weighty and academic subjects, or must it always be another day in Dublin?
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