Thursday, September 7, 2006
"The face screams 'bag."
The face screams ‘bag.
The above line isn’t one of the famous opening lines of literature, but it should be. Like “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” “The face screams bag.” is Dostoyevskian in its pathos yet with shades of Joyce and Beckett dancing around its modernism.
“The face screams ‘bag” could be tone poetry. A cry to action, as when Dylan Thomas pleaded with his dying father, “Do not go gentle into that good night.”
“The face screams ‘bag.”
It may not have the eloquence of Gabriel Garcia Marquez, the populism of Dickens or the fantasticism of Huxley. Think of it as Vonnegut by way of Maxim.
“The face screams ‘bag.”
The first sentence of the Douchebag Manifesto. And it does. It most certainly does.
