Current Fling’s Words ;; to be updated regularly.

  • ‘A computer chattered to itself in alarm as it noticed an airlock open and close itself for no apparent reason.
    This was because Reason was in fact out to lunch.’  (1979: 68)
  • ‘The Heart of Gold fled on silently through the night of space, now on conventional photon drive. Its crew of four were will at ease knowing that they had bene brought together not of their own volition or by simple coincidence, but by some curious perversion of physics–as if relationships between people were susceptible to the same laws that governed the relationship between atoms and molecules.’ (1979: 93-4)
When reading about space:
  • And all dared to do brave unknown terrors, to do mighty deeds, to boldly split infinitives that no man had split before–and thus was the Empire forged. (1979: 98)
  • But so successful was this venture that Magrathea itself became the richest planet of all time and the rest of the Galaxy was reduced to abject poverty. And so the system broke down, the Empire collapsed, and a long sullen silence settled over a billion hungry worlds, disturbed only by the pen scratchings of scholars as they laboured into the night over smug little treatises on the value of a planned political economy. (1979: 98).
  • The car shot forward straight into the circle of light, and suddenly Arthur had a fairly clear idea of what infinity looked like. (1979: 135)
— Douglas Adams The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

A Vogon on Poetry

Touchstone / Spyglass / GIPHY / Douglas Adams

‘No, well you’re completely wrong,’ he said, ‘I just write poetry to throw my mean callous heartless exterior into sharp relief.’ —Prostetnic vogon jeltz

**spoilers for those very unaware of Douglas Adams’s and The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy**

Later to come, I will attempt to recreate some Vogon poetry for the fun of it…this may appear in a few blips of a light year given the busy nature of the Holiday season. I wanted to include Jeltz’s line here because I felt like this should be the motto of today’s poet. There is much to be said and many words with which to say them, but should we expect people to find our underlying humanity in the matrices of language? I doubt people really do look for the human below, and perhaps that is too human-centric. This brings me to Douglas Adams’s amazing text, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. After the intensely bureaucratic destruction of Earth to make way for Hyperspace travel, there are only two ape-descendents remaining, Arthur and ‘Trillian’. As Arthur muses, England, Nelson’s Column, Trafalgar Square, and, most importantly McDonalds are all only ideas in his head. Their existence, their veracity, and their tangibility have left the realm of physical existence to metaphysical recollection and supposition. A memory to be forgotten or improperly recreated. 

Yet, when Arthur begins to Panic, a verb the wise Guide advises the wary, drunk, or happy traveller against, Ford tries to engage Arthur in an exercise in empathy with the Vogon guard, who is about to send them into outer space—something Arthur only eventually able to do:

‘There you are, Arthur,’ said Ford with the air of somone reaching the conclusion of his argument, ‘you think you’ve got problems.’

Arthur Rather thoughT he had. Apart from the unpleasant business with his home planet the vogon guard had half-throttled him already and he didn’t like the sound of being thrown into space very much.

‘Try and understand his problem,’ insisted Ford. ‘Here he is, poor lad, his entire life’s work is stamping around throwing people off spaceships…’

After much prodding from Ford, Arthur realizes existence beyond himself and beyond the truth of his world’s existence and, therefore, his own. But at this moment, he is about to be ejected into nothingness.

Indeed, in a previous scene, when Arthur prattles on about humanity, VOGANITY!, we are reminded, he mindlessly recreated a stream of pseudo-intellectual mumbo-jumbo. And, although Jeltz is cast as a character-type who belongs to an uncivilized race, he intuitively sees through these empty platitudes. He offers a statement of interpretation to both Ford and Arthur, who are attempting to save their own lives. Just as they accept, he calls their bluff. He says no, I don’t secretly want to be loved. I don’t want people to have to wade through my words to discover I need to be loved.  Heartlessness and crudity is my truth, but poetry, as a concept, signifies an opposing truth to you. Thus, although the text claims that poetry was inculcated in Vogon society as a way to display cultivation and culture, Jeltz mumbles his own indecipherable poetry in congruous language that emphasizes the cacophony and harshness of his own character:

‘o freddled gruntbuggly….thy micturations are to me / as plurdled gaggleblotchiTs on a lurgid bee.’

Indeed, it is Ford and Arthur who respond to Jelt’z poetry with onomatopoeic signifiers of their distress, rather than real words: ‘Aaaaaaaarrrrrrghhh’ and ‘Nnnnnnnnyyyyyuuuuurrrggghhh’

So, I’ll leave this brief and inconclusive because I want to continue to chew this over in my mind. Hopefully, more to come. In the meantime…



Dear Readers,

It is October! Instead of drinking PSLs and eating Pumpkin Pie (not out of Pumpkin Protest but because of dairy intolerance), I will be reading all kinds of spooky, crime, suspense, and mystery novels. (Use Oxford commas, friends)

A tentative, but likely, list includes the following titles:
1) The Scapegoat by Daphne du Maurier
2) In the Woods by Tana French
3) Murder on the Links by Agatha Christie
4) Wicked by Gregory McGuire
5) Dracula by Bram Stoker

I will include reviews and analyses of these books as I read.

Dickensian Tips for Yule Tidings and Beyond

Hear ye- Hear ye;;  A serial reader intends to crack a spine or two this
here year.

I have decided to undertake a Dickensian endeavour.  I will be outlining a reading schedule and attempt to make my way through a few of Dickens’s larger works, but Christmas Carol will be reserved for the month of December.  I will be setting myself about two months for the larger books, but may end up taking longer depending on school and, hopefully, work.

So the plan, so far, is: 

November (and into December) – Barnaby Rudge (if it can be found used)
December – Christmas Carol
January&February&March –  Our Mutual Friend (This text is properly long…oh dear)
April&May – Oliver Twist
June&July – A Tale of Two Cities

Dickens I have read: Great Expectations and Little Dorrit.
Dickens I want to read: The Old Curiosity Shop, Dombey and Son, and The Mystery of Edwin Drood.

If you have any suggestions as to books I should shift or alter, then I will consider a shift.  Of course, none of these are set in stone, due to availability of texts and my own schedule of research and essays.

Do look out for the future Dickensian tips of the day that will follow; mostly through twitter, but I may do a compilation of the most effective remedies to our ailments.