Thursday, January 27, 2011

Careful with that snark, Eugene



I speak to you from the very depths of Lewis Carroll's Hunting of the Snark … Fit the Fourth … an overly-inked German philosopher is bullying a better-inked Canadian Snark Huntress …


Judging from both the Barrister’s exasperated demeanour (played here by the Eminent Continental Steamer, Martin Heidegger) and from the general tenor of Lewis Carroll’s verses, the Beaver has no pride worth appealing to. And who can blame her, trapped as she is in a world not of her own making?*

Of course, all of us are trapped in a world not of our own making (probably) and it is at times like this that we might resort to the philosophical musings of the Barrister-Heidegger for further enlightenment concerning any time that we might spend being in this world almost certainly not of our own making :

"We name time when we say: every thing has its time. This means: everything which actually is, every being comes and goes at the right time and remains for a time during the time allotted to it. Every thing has its time."

After reading that, would it surprise you to learn that several philosophers were injured in the production of this Snark Hunt? Moments after this drawing was made, the Beaver savagely mauled the upper ontology of the Barrister-Heidegger!

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* A common complaint of certain bright young things, those thrill-seeking, rootless cosmopolitans such as the Beaver … a Québécoise wearing an Iberian mantilla, enjoying the echt German music of Heinrich Ignatius Franz von Biber and reading the memoirs of the Mughal Emperor Babur.

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NB. If you're eager for more snarkery this Friday, January 28th, 7 p.m., then come to the Librairie Drawn & Quarterly at 211 Bernard Ouest in Montreal … details here … you will enjoy the steam-powered magic lantern show I plan to expose to the public. I'll be signing books and discussing the post-Nonsensical dichotomies of Victorian hermeneutics … the poorer members of the audience can applaud politely, the rest of you rattle your poutines discreetly …



4 comments:

  1. IF YOU LIVE IN MONTREAL GO TO THIS!!!

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  2. Tonight's the night! I dusted off my transporter in the garage the cat sleeps on. Mahendra please send the space time coordinates in base nine. If the power supply it doesn't short out it might work. If you see a fly buzzing you with my head don't swat him.

    Break a leg tonight and congratulations again on one of the most brilliant and original graphic novels I have ever read.

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  3. Thanks, Martin. It was a jolly affair and yet … when I think of the hyperpsychedelic extra-galactic supra-evil demonic goings-ons that will mark the launch of your Encyclopaedia of Hell upon the gibbering masses of devils'-food we call the human race, well, the mind boggles!

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