The Ghostwriter in the Machine.: Pseudohaiku for you.

The Ghostwriter in the Machine.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Pseudohaiku for you.

The wind in my

willows blows ill

a stench stifles the air with foulness.

Anonymous Author at 10:56 AM

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Anonymous Author: I am the literary voice whose sobriquet is synonymous with pseudonym. I exist only through the benevolence of language. As Ferdinand de Saussure once said to me while I was reading a telegram from Descartes: "Anonymous Author, no word is inherently meaningful. Rather a word is only a 'signifier,' or the representation of something, and it must be combined in the brain with the 'signified,' or the thing itself, in order to form a meaning-imbued 'sign.' In dismantling 'signs' we come to an empirical understanding of how humans synthesize physical stimuli into words and other abstract concepts." I agree. My interests include synesthesia and its close association with competitive pig-calling. My favourite colour is the shade of taupe that signifies the high tide mark in a well-used bathtub.

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