Q: Why aren't there books like I read in college? What happened?
A: Zombies ate the neocons.
Camille Paglia covers it in "Junk
Bonds and Corporate Raiders."
The pragmatists took over academic departments
and got rid of the idealists.
Then they started eating each other, like Night
of the Living Dead.
Business majors took over publishing, and writers
who wanted to have careers went right along with them. Pete and Repeat.
Did you see Zombie Strippers? It was a remake of the Theater of Absurd play
Rhinoceros, by Eugene Ionesco.
I am a pinworm in the brain of the
monster.
I encysted myself in the brain like a spirochete.
Now they're
starting to stagger and slur their speech, like George Bush.
Abrade their
cheeks watching a football game and fucking a pretzel.
They have PSD. Pre-senile
dementia.
Underground writer is a noble calling. Agents and editors at publishing
houses are business majors.
That's what happened.
What do you think
happened. The same thing that happened in your métier, whatever it is.
Did you think you were the Lone Ranger?
No, it happened across the culture.
Q: Except for the underground.
A: Well, the underground was small beer. Trifling. Idlers.
Idlers
and triflers.
Do you think I was trifling?
Q: Obviously not.
You were taking care of business (TCB).
A: Yes. In the underground. Where you could do it.
While the
business majors were debasing writing I was taking care of business.