Well, I’ll tell you. I’m thinking of Moirés, an interference pattern created when two grids are overlaid at an angle or when they have slightly different mesh sizes. I’m thinking of two headed marine worms, slime molds and Pavlov inserting a window into a dog’s stomach to observe its digestion, for which he won the Nobel Prize in 1904. I’m thinking about Moosbrugger, the psychopathic killer in The Man Without Qualities. I’m thinking about Schoenberg’s renunciation of melody, Wittgenstein’s beetle, Gertrude Stein’s perpetual poodle basket, the gargoyles of the Chrysler Building and the swan that carries the Grail Knight to heaven in LOHENGRIN. I’m thinking I’m glad there are Crayola Crayon colors called Inchworm, Neon Carrot and Macaroni & Cheese— and how sad I am at how even stupider America has become since I went walkabout. Oh, wenn ich schrien könnte! Un carnaval desesperada de imbéciles.
Mi go pas.