Did he really say that?

The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = GEORGE CARLIN...Stained glass, engraved glass, frosted glass–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS...Nothing is more fluid than language = R.L.SWIHART

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Yogi Berra & His Alter Ego (Wording #2)

You have now entered a red ink-free zone, proceed with caution whatever gets you there.
These two photos appeared in a previous blogpost. What they have in common is that both Yogi Berra and Robert Musil have created sculptures of the most intimate lovers mentioned in this blog: Language & Logic. The quotes below are verbatim Musil and approximate Yogi.







ROBERT =
Life is living: you cannot describe it to someone who does not know it. It is friendship and enmity, enthusiasm and disenchantment, peristalsis and ideology. Thinking has, among other functions, to establish an intellectual order in life, and just as frequently, a single phenomenon will give rise to many new concepts. It is common knowledge that our poets have stopped wanting to think ever since they think they heard the philosophers say that thought is no longer supposed to be a matter of thinking, but rather of living. Life is to blame for everything.
YOGI ≈
I ate a bowl of yin&yang. An hour later, I was hungry again for the first time.
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We have now exited the red ink-free zone.
To go THROUGH THE OTHER LOOKING GLASS...is to look through Binoculars.

ROBERT =
When magnified, impulses are actualized, and when viewed through the looking glass, every woman becomes a psychologically spied Susannah in the bath of her dress.
YOGI ≈
Looking at a woman through binoculars is just like looking at a woman with a magnifying glass.
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ROBERT =
When the hero of this little story–and truly, he was one–rolled up his sleeves, two arms as thin as the sound of a toy clock came into view.
YOGI≈
The 97-pound weakling had 97 pounds of muscle.

ROBERT=
And following the vacillation in the selection of endearments that usually comes at the start of every love affair, she called him “My little squirrel.”
YOGI≈
Help! Somebody! Read this story to me or I'll have to read it myself.

Mr. Musil's delicious story is entitled THE GIANT AGOAG. "When the hero..." is the opening line!
Do not be deceived by the title: AGOAG is not a story about monsters. But it is a monster of a story.
Hey: didn't Yogi say just those words?



EVERYBODY AT THE LEWIS CARROLL SCHOOL OF LOGIC WORSHIPS YOGI & HIS ALTER EGO DOPPELGANGER.

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