Hello to all!
I write to you from a wee hotel on top of a restaurant in Ljubljana, Slovenia, a city with a nonsensical name and a heart of hamhock. As you all should know by now, I have for some time been working on the next anthology of nonsense--the Anthology of World Nonsense, which will of course include India (both some texts from the Tenth Rasa, but also some new developments in the world of Indian nonsense!). Right now I'm traveling with my co-editor, Kevin Shortsleeve (with whom I work not solely because of his last name), combing Eastern and Northern Europe for nonsense... including Romania, Bulgaria, Serbia, Slovenia, Slovakia, Czech Republic, Poland, Denmark, Sweden, Finland, Norway, Germany, and Holland. Whew!
We are keeping a blog of our adventures in nonsense hunting... which you can follow here:
Meanwhile, much of my blogging energy will be directed thataways... please forgive this poor sinner!
Yours in Nonsensical Everitude,
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Namaste, nomoshkar, and nomoarigato Mr. Roboto to all out there in Nonsensibad!
Over the last donkey's ears, I have been asked for the real live link to Amitabh Bachchan's performance in Amar, Akbar, Anthony--the song "My Name is Anthony Gonsalves"--where he burbles beatific nonsense, tellingly in English, to the mesmerized crowd of Indian Easter revelers. In The Tenth Rasa, this song is described, and his nonsense transcribed (and, I believe accurately, as opposed to the random lyrics websites that mangle his nonsense horribly). Is he poking fun at the English? At the Englishified Indians sporting their ties and bellbottoms? Is this class warriorism or crass furrierism? We report, you decide! Here's the link--enjoy!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
My delightful denizens of Dorp, I bring you good tidings. As promised, the second International Research in Children's Literature (IRSCL) review, put out through Edinburgh University Press, has reared its resplendent head, and can be found HERE.
In other news, the highly secretive and secretional splinter group of the SFPS (ye Ancient and Honourable Society for the Prevention of Sense) has been working away at the Anthology of World Nonsense. Like cows flung from siege engines at our unsuspecting nonsense citadel, we've received submissions of nonsense texts (poems, stories, songs, etc.) from India, Sweden, Japan, Finland, Denmark, Turkey, Russia, France, Germany, South Africa, Nicaragua, Poland, Italy, Portugal, Tuva, and others. That's a lot of cows. But we want more. More cows, we say. Fling them ourwaywardly, and your reward shall be here as in the great ethereal Eggnoggery in the sky. In other words, please do feel free to continue to submit texts to us for consideration... See the old blog entry for more details HERE.