I run the risk that my trolls will start using both hands again in order to communicate their ire, but I have been alerted that one of them professional journal thingies have taken note of the little Harold Pinter poetry slam that we here in the Blog Multiverse engaged in recently. The author's favorite of all our efforts was Loretta Serrano's Monkees Theme takeoff, and Tim Blair's post gets a shout-out too. With luck, this meme will multiply and spread. I have a dream, a dream that someday no Advanced Placement high school class will have to suffer through analysis of one of Pinter's awful plays...
(Via Loretta's link to the article.)
Posted by Andrea Harris at January 28, 2003 11:30 PMIs this what we have sunk to?
My AP class did Shakespeare. And Goethe. We even stooped to Ionesco and Sartre. But we never did Pinter.
Posted by: Ken Summers at January 28, 2003 at 11:48 PMWell, actually I did all of those back in the day. Pinter was in a class on the Absurdist playwrights. That class gave me a lifelog appreciation of the playwrights of all the other eras. Of any other era.
Posted by: Andrea Harris at January 28, 2003 at 11:52 PMOf course, he could be studied to prevent: "Don't do this, or you'll turn into Harold Pinter." Pinter and Norman Mailer might be good case studies for a course on How Not To Write.
Posted by: Jack at January 29, 2003 at 05:33 AMWhat's the other hand doing? Oh. Forget I asked.
Posted by: David Perron at January 29, 2003 at 07:12 AMWho'd a thunk it? Lil' ol' me getting that kind of cyber ink? Hee hee.
My AP English teacher in high school would have loved it. She is smiling down at me.
Pinter's prose and poetry is worse than the song we used to sing as kids (slightly modified:)
All wrapped up in Pinky Purple Pinter's Puss, and me, I forgot my spoon!
Posted by: Loretta at January 29, 2003 at 02:39 PM