Sunday, March 7, 2021
The Truly Tasteless Club
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Truly Tasteless* Tulips
Excerpt from the above story —
"The project could also be a new frontier for Mr. Koons.
'It’s superconceptual,' said Judith Benhamou-Huet,
a French art critic and blogger, in that 'he’s giving
the concept but not the realization.' She compared
the approach to that of Sol LeWitt, who sold wall drawings
that buyers then executed on their own."
See also the previous post and Rota on Beauty.
* A reference to Truly Tasteless Jokes , by Blanche Knott
(Book 1 of 11, Ballantine Books paperback, May 1985, page 50).
Sunday, October 22, 2023
The Yellow Brick House (Not the Commodores’ Version)
For Emma Watson . . .
For fashion fans, a Truly Tasteless
musical accompaniment . . .
"Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie . . . ."
I prefer a companion piece —
Friday, September 29, 2023
Assassin’s Creed Song:
♪ “I left my Booth… in San Francisco” ♪
If you liked this one, see more in Blanche Knott's Truly Tasteless Jokes.
♪ “I left my Booth… in San Francisco” ♪
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Red to Green continues
The New Yorker of March 17 on
a New York literary family—
“First they were Communists, then liberals
(he was questioned by the House Committee
on Un-American Activities);
always they were avid party-givers.”
“Gatsby believed in the green light… ”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Why did the Pole spend all night outside the whorehouse?
He was waiting for the red light to turn green.”
— Blanche Knott, Truly Tasteless Jokes
Mira Sorvino in a TV version of The Great Gatsby —
“Are you my one o’clock?” — Adapted from Mighty Aphrodite
See as well Green Hunt.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Just Once
In Dr. West's memory…
- Truly Tasteless Jokes Under the Volcano ,
- Just Once , and, from the day Dr. West died (July 24),
- The Devil in the Details .
Friday, October 8, 2010
Starting Out in the Evening
… and Finishing Up at Noon
This post was suggested by last evening’s post on mathematics and narrative
and by Michiko Kakutani on Vargas Llosa in this morning’s New York Times.
Above: Frank Langella in Right: Johnny Depp in |
“One must proceed cautiously, for this road— of truth and falsehood in the realm of fiction— is riddled with traps and any enticing oasis is usually a mirage.”
— “Is Fiction the Art of Lying?”* by Mario Vargas Llosa, New York Times essay of October 7, 1984
My own adventures in that realm— as reader, not author— may illustrate Llosa’s remark.
A nearby stack of paperbacks I haven’t touched for some months (in order from bottom to top)—
- Pale Rider by Alan Dean Foster
- Franny and Zooey by J. D. Salinger
- The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien
- Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupéry
- Literary Reflections by James A. Michener
- The Ninth Configuration by William Peter Blatty
- A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams
- Nine Stories by J. D. Salinger
- A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare
- The Tempest by William Shakespeare
- Being There by Jerzy Kosinski
- What Dreams May Come by Richard Matheson
- Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig
- A Gathering of Spies by John Altman
- Selected Poems by Robinson Jeffers
- Hook— Tinkerbell’s Challenge by Tristar Pictures
- Rising Sun by Michael Crichton
- Changewar by Fritz Leiber
- The Painted Word by Tom Wolfe
- The Hustler by Walter Tevis
- The Natural by Bernard Malamud
- Truly Tasteless Jokes by Blanche Knott
- The Man Who Was Thursday by G. K. Chesterton
- Under the Volcano by Malcolm Lowry
What moral Vargas Llosa might draw from the above stack I do not know.
Generally, I prefer the sorts of books in a different nearby stack. See Sisteen, from May 25. That post the fanciful reader may view as related to number 16 in the above list. The reader may also relate numbers 24 and 22 above (an odd couple) to By Chance, from Thursday, July 22.
* The Web version’s title has a misprint— “living” instead of “lying.”
Wednesday, March 3, 2004
Wednesday March 3, 2004
Deep Play
In the previous entry, there was a reference to Carl Kaysen, former director of the Institute for Advanced Study at Princeton and father of Susanna Kaysen, author of Girl, Interrupted.
A search for further information on Carl Kaysen led to
Mark Turner, Cognitive Dimensions of Social Science: The Way We Think About Politics, Economics, Law, and Society, Oxford University Press, 2001. For a draft of this work, click here.
Turner's book describes thought and culture in terms of what he calls "blends." It includes a meditation on
Clifford Geertz, "Deep Play: Notes on the Balinese Cockfight," in Dædalus, Journal of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, issue entitled, "Myth, Symbol, and Culture," Winter 1972, volume 101, number 1
That Turner bases weighty ruminations of what he is pleased to call "social science" on the properties of cockfights suggests that the academic world is, in some respects, even more bizarre than the mental hospital described by Kaysen's daughter.
Still, Turner's concept of "blends" is not without interest.
Here is a blend based on a diagram of the fields in which Turner and Kaysen père labor:
"politics, economics,
law, and society" (Turner)
and "economics, sociology,
politics and law" (Kaysen).
In the previous entry we abstracted from the nature of these academic pursuits, representing them simply as sets in a Venn diagram. This led to the following religious icon, an example of a Turner "blend" —
The Jewel
in Venn's Lotus.
Here is another "blend," related both to the religious material in the previous entry and to Geertz's influential essay.
From my entry for
St. Patrick's Day, 2003:
Summa Theologica
How can you tell there's an Irishman
present at a cockfight?
He enters a duck.
How can you tell a Pole is present?
He bets on the duck.
How can you tell an Italian is present?
The duck wins.
(Source: Blanche Knott,
Truly Tasteless Jokes)
Illustration for the entries
of Oct. 27, 2003:
El Pato-lógico and a
"dream of heaven."