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[ Forgetting: the lost art ]
by
Marvin Cohen
What you're thinking about is not the same thing as your thinking about it.
What do you mean?
I mean what I said.
" What you're thinking about is not the same thing as your thinking about it " ?
Did I say that?
Yes.
But then you did.
But not until after you did.
So we both said it -- me first, then you.
That's right. Does it deserve being said by both of us in succession?
It's hard to tell. How can I value it? By what measure?
By what it says.
Yet, what it says is open.
The words closed it.
But my mind opens it -- or re-opens it.
How should we deal with it? -- or somehow settle it?
Let it be.
Be?
Then mean.
Mean?
Yes. Whatever.
But the words circumscribe its meaning.
Good. Then there's less meaning to consider. That makes our job easier.
What is our job?
It's undefined.
Can we forget that early statement we took turns saying?
Yes. You forget first; I'll follow. (Pause.) Well, is it forgotten?
No; I still have it.
Then try some more. (Pause.) Well, is it forgotten now?
No, it's stubbornly remembered.
Let's think of something else. By the time we return to the thought of what we're trying to forget, we will have forgotten it, in the easiest way -- it will have slipped away. Then even if we want to think of it, we won't be able to.
Is that your technique?
It's my suggestion -- worth trying.
For what?
" For what? " ?
What were we trying to forget?
I forgot.
I did too. We succeeded in forgetting what we wanted to. It was sudden, unexpected success. I had expected a longer struggle, arduous. Instead, we won easily.
It's not a victory to prize.
No?
No. What we did was of no value.
Did? What did we do?
We forgot.
Forgot what?
I forgot what we forgot.
Let's forget that we forgot.
All right. I'll put my mind to it.
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BORING AND MONOTONOUS PASSAGES (MERCIFULLY DELETED IN THEIR ENTIRETY) FROM THE TERRIBLY VACUOUS WORKS OF THE AUTHOR QUOTED SO DREARILY THAT THE READER MUST BE PUT TO SLEEP TO AVOID GETTING TIRED JUST LISTENING TO THEM. POOR READER -- IT MEANS YOU. READ ON, DON'T AVOID YOUR FATE, WHICH IS YOURS, BY READING THIS. IT'S TRYINGLY TIRING, ENTIRELY. BUT WHAT DID YOU WAKE UP FOR, TODAY? TO GO THROUGH WHAT MAKES YOU SLEEP LATER. FOR A NIGHTCAP, TRY THIS:
by
Marvin Cohen
He reaches stellar heights of sheer monotony. Listen to him being typical:
".................................... ...................................... ...................................... ...................................... ...................................... ...................................... ..................." (The above passage was mercifully deleted -- struck from the record -- in the interests of sparing the Reader an extremely monotonous ordeal. Let him fill in the words himself, if he needs to take a rest in the form that rest takes extremely: sleep.)
Let the sleeping reader lie.
He does no harm, that why.
For on our words, he does not spy.
Let the sleeping reader lie:
Emptied of -- idolatrie.
Now wake him up -- try.
He won't, so his soul does fly
to empty heights up high:
heights so high, you would die
in sheer monotonie.
Let's attribute the death of the Reader (or of his interest, which is the same thing) to boredom pure. And let the following example suffice, a passage from the words of mouth or writing by this boring fellow quoted above. This one (if possible) is even more boring:
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[ Forgetting:
the lost art ]
by
Marvin Cohen
What you're thinking about
is not the same thing as
your thinking about it.
What do you mean?
I mean what I said.
" What you're thinking about
is not the same thing as
your thinking about it " ?
Did I say that?
Yes.
But then you did.
But not until
after you did.
So we both said it --
me first, then you.
That's right.
Does it deserve
being said by both
of us in succession?
It's hard to tell.
How can I value it?
By what measure?
By what it says.
Yet, what it says is open.
The words closed it.
But my mind opens it --
or re-opens it.
How should we
deal with it? --
or somehow
settle it?
Let it be.
Be?
Then mean.
Mean?
Yes. Whatever.
But the words
circumscribe
its meaning.
Good.
Then there's less
meaning to
consider.
That makes
our job easier.
What is our job?
It's undefined.
Can we forget
that early statement
we took turns saying?
Yes.
You forget first;
I'll follow.
(Pause.)
Well,
is it forgotten?
No; I still have it.
Then try some more.
(Pause.)
Well,
is it forgotten
now?
No, it's stubbornly
remembered.
Let's think of
something else.
By the time we return
to the thought
of what we're
trying to forget,
we will have
forgotten it,
in the easiest way --
it will have
slipped away.
Then even if
we want to
think of it,
we won't be
able to.
Is that your
technique?
It's my suggestion --
worth trying.
For what?
" For what? " ?
What were we
trying to forget?
I forgot.
I did too.
We succeeded in
forgetting what we
wanted to.
It was sudden,
unexpected success.
I had expected
a longer struggle,
arduous.
Instead, we won easily.
It's not a victory
to prize.
No?
No. What we did
was of no value.
Did?
What did we do?
We forgot.
Forgot what?
I forgot what
we forgot.
Let's forget
that we forgot.
All right.
I'll put my
mind to it.
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BORING AND MONOTONOUS
PASSAGES (MERCIFULLY
DELETED IN THEIR ENTIRETY)
FROM THE TERRIBLY
VACUOUS WORKS OF
THE AUTHOR QUOTED SO
DREARILY THAT THE
READER MUST BE
PUT TO SLEEP
TO AVOID GETTING
TIRED JUST LISTENING
TO THEM.
POOR READER --
IT MEANS YOU.
READ ON,
DON'T AVOID
YOUR FATE,
WHICH IS YOURS,
BY READING THIS.
IT'S TRYINGLY TIRING,
ENTIRELY.
BUT WHAT DID
YOU WAKE UP FOR,
TODAY?
TO GO THROUGH
WHAT MAKES YOU
SLEEP LATER.
FOR A NIGHTCAP,
TRY THIS:
by
Marvin Cohen
He reaches stellar heights
of sheer monotony.
Listen to him being
typical:
"....................................
......................................
......................................
......................................
......................................
......................................
..................."
(The above passage was
mercifully deleted --
struck from the record --
in the interests of
sparing the Reader
an extremely monotonous
ordeal. Let him fill in
the words himself,
if he needs to take
a rest in the form
that rest takes
extremely: sleep.)
Let the sleeping reader lie.
He does no harm, that why.
For on our words,
he does not spy.
Let the sleeping reader lie:
Emptied of -- idolatrie.
Now wake him up -- try.
He won't,
so his soul does fly
to empty heights up high:
heights so high,
you would die
in sheer monotonie.
Let's attribute the death of
the Reader (or of his
interest, which is the
same thing) to boredom pure.
And let the following example
suffice, a passage from the
words of mouth or
writing by this boring
fellow quoted above.
This one (if possible)
is even more boring:
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And so forth.
Why quote it entirely?
The reader gets the point.
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MARVIN COHEN is "the author of various works by Marvin Cohen, whom he plagiarizes at will."
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good olca'lvi'n
I agree with the sentiment. let's piss all over conceptual art!
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