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E ||==// \\==// || \\ ||==|| || || #022-RT06 -- [05/08/92]
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The Artsy, Tortured Poet:
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Story and Commentary
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by
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Doktor Random Tox
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He sits, quietly. He twiddles his thumbs and shifts slightly, the chair
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squeaking. The clock chimes nine times, and his head swivels suddenly,
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mounted precariously on a thin neck. His languid gray eyes gaze past the
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frosted glass of the window pane. Snapping his head back into place, he
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stares straight forward at the clock, and doesn't move again.
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The clock strikes eleven, and his nose twitches. He turns, looks out the
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window at the snow-covered forest outside, then faces the clock once more and
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waits.
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Breaking the silence with a seemingly deafening cacophony of chiming, the
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clock strikes one, and he turns once more... only the wind-whipped firs of
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the forest's edge greet his eyes as he peers through the night's cloak.
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The clock savagely pounds itself when it reaches three, and he turns and
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looks out the window. He stands, picks up a bottle of Windex and his mother's
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wedding veil and begins to slowly clean the panes of glass with smooth
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circular strokes.
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The clock strikes five, and he stands up again. He walks to the window
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and with bucking, jerking muscles, he slams his face through the glass in an
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explosion of crystalline shards.
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-- The End. --
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Commentary:
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The above story evidences many qualities of a story written by a
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black-clad art student of sorts, in an attempt to write depressing, "deep"
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stories... And thus achieve the mythic state of "intellectual" which they
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often consider "cool". However they will not admit (or even know themselves)
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that they desire to achieve this "coolness", thinking themselves above such
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petty matters. This is called being "artsy", but many other words are also
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available, while not always the nicest terms. [ie. Rodney Anonymous's
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"Artfag"]
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Pay close attention to the idea of anguish and torture,both mental (the
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silent waiting) and physical (slicing up his face) which is prevalent
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throughout all such works. Feelings of sorrow and sadness are also standard
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staple for these works, the protagonist often the wielder of these emotions.
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Then, one finds the occasional attempt at some sort of humor, which manifests
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itself here in the mention of Windex (use of a brand name without proper
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trademarking). The repetitive nature of the action culminates in a somewhat
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morbid "punchline". While the author may not intend this as humor, per se, it
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can indeed warrant such interpretation.
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Artsy people will turn up in almost every educational structure, and will
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frequently become involved in whatever literary publication is local to them.
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Also, the majority of them have joined Amnesty International, either as
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active members or participants.
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You should be able to spot them in a variety of locations, if not your
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local school. Start an ArtsyPatrol in your area today. Monitor them, take
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notes and have fun... You'll find an exciting new hobby and past-time to
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share with your friends!
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NOTE: If you read carefully through all of the above, you'll notice the
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verb "to be" does not appear once. E-Prime, a modern subset of the English
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language, which consists of speaking and writing without thet verb "to be"
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can make your speech clearer and longer, making it ideal for essays, reports
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and textfiles, increasing the understandibility and the length.
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______________________________________________________________________________
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(C)1992 by The Durex Blender Corporation & Random Tox
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All Rights Available at the Door. No Reservations.
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Greetings From:
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The New Reformed Orthodox Neo-NeuroGnostic Cabana of Sacred Household
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Appliances and Retrosapient Thinking
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