40-Year Run (cont’d)(29)
SCRIB. January 23 – February 5. 28,000 words. Cacoëthes Scribendi had a restless urge to write. Also, he realized that he was in show business. Like a clown. What genre is SCRIB. Jack Remick said Screed was, “…the first piece of American fiction that is not a novel.” It is not only not a novel, it is not fiction. It’s all true stories, Kerouac said, about his Duluoz Saga. Who knows if it’s true. Who would know. Does it ring true to you? You will know. You have a built-in shock-proof shit-detector. Clown is an act. Making a spectacle of myself is an act. You see that, don’t you. The purpose of satire is to bring about change. That’s what makes it different from other forms of comedy. Satura means mixed plate, or medley. Everything under the sun. But its motivation is to improve society by ridiculing society’s foibles and peccadilloes. Using obscenity, pratfalls, fart jokes, dogs humping the knee. Think of Lenny Bruce. You can’t say that. Think of George Carlin. That’s not allowed. Think of Brother Dave, Beloved. Of course, Brother Dave was crazy. He had a swastika in his dressing room. He thought nightclub owners were Jewish. Maybe I’m crazy. How would I know? Brother Dave satirized Earl Long, Governor of the Sovereign State of Louisiana, by saying. “I be damn if I’m crazy.” To the head of the state police, hauling him off to the mental hospital in Mandeville. Long ride with Uncle Earl in the back seat, dog-cussing you. Scrib Online shows SCRIB as it is being written, and discovers its form, and shows where it fits in Jack Saunders’ Stack.
CRITICAL
FUDGE: THE AMERICAN DREAM ENTERS MELTDOWN. February 6 – February 14. 27,000 words.
Just before fudge turns into fudge, or glops up and is ruined, the
molecules are spinning around, in existential uncertainty. This is critical fudge. Nothing makes sense. Nothing works. Look at
KNOCKING AROUND. February 15 – February 19. 10,000 words. The small press movement, mail art, writing and publishing books and pamphlets on the worldwide web. I read Dwayne Raymond’s Mornings with Mailer. I end Scrib Online: In the Hands of a Capable Artisan with the last line from Harlot’s Ghost, “To be continued.”
40-YEAR RUN: A CATALOGUE RAISONNÉ OF JACK SAUNDERS’ STACK. 84,000 words.
WAKULLA WINGDING. February 20 - ______________. In progress. I see that “40-Year Run: A Catalogue Raisonné of Jack Saunders’ Stack” and “Wakulla Wingding” go on the end of SCRIB ONLINE. Oh, well. I might as well make it the way I want to. Who’s to gainsay me? My publisher? My agent? I post “40-Year Run: A Catalogue Raisonné of Jack Saunders’ Stack” online, and start reading through it, trying to make sense of what I have done, and where I will go next, after SCRIB ONLINE.