The game was a see-saw affair from the opening toilet-
flush as a succession of pitchers for both teams was
rocked by accurate shooting and pinpoint volleys.
Francis Picabia opened the scoring in the second
trimester with a perfectly timed hurl off a one-touch
pass from Casper Hauser, after Hauser stole the puck
from a mortally wounded Lucien Sorel. In accordance
with the controversial new "Rule of Threes", Sorel
was left on the field, to be trampled for the
remainder of the game as he continued to protest
his infatuation, and lament the plight of the
creative soul ground down by the bourgeoisie.
After a brief interruption of play, caused by Dada
fans protesting the high price of gasoline for their
Molotov cocktails, Gianni Versace's string of
shutout innings was broken by a 73-meter touchdown
pass from Clarence "Pants" Rowland to Kenny Tzara
freaking down the sidelines ahead of two
defenders and a crowd of machete-wielding Surrealists
who, unable to prevent the score, turned instead on
coach Antoni Gaudi, decaptitating him as Guadi
attempted to add an element of chance to the Dada
cheerleaders' human pyramid.
The Surrealists added to their lead after eighthtime
on home runs by Mack "Truck" Ernst, Sylvester Dolly,
and The Cornerback Formerly Known as "Manifesto",
but their lead again was short-lived. In the
bottom of the night, with center fullbacks at
first and first-and-a-half, striker Joan Miro threw
a symbolball which Andre Breton, Jr., promptly fired
to the top shelf, beating Jean Cocteau like a rented
goalie. It was Breton's seventieth ace of the tour,
a new record for the Artists', Poets' and Pederasts'
League (Northern Division).
Asked about the decision to pitch to Breton,
Surrealist manager Guillaume Apollinaire whispered,
"Tristesse, simplement la tristesse," while
longstop Odilon Redon was hurt to mutter, "Merde,
next it will be said that a fly ball was dropped
because the moon was in someone's eyes!"
The game was halted three minutes into extra time
as fans of both sides stormed the field, urinating
and impaling themselves on the goalposts. Police
and guards, instructed not to interfere with
spontaneous manifestations, contented themselves
with beating up the dead.
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Man, I love Jacques Tati. His movie about his vacation at the seaside(name,
someone?) is a great movie to fall asleep in front of, then revive, then fall asleep
again, then have a glass of wine. the most comfortable movie ever made. I'm glad
he's a surrealist.
Jr
--
CHE COS' YOU HAVE TO
LOSE? You I say NOTHING. It would be from stupiden not provarci
not creeds?
-- Aldo
Personally, I prefer "Mon Oncle" (My Uncle).
>Man, I love Jacques Tati. His movie about his vacation at the seaside(name,
>someone?)
don't you coinfuse with a "un chien andalou", where they are going on
the sea side?
One of the first tati (black and white) was "les vacances de monsieur
Hulot" poor hulot tried to understand the anouces of the railway
station, then played tennis, and so one, but never approach the sea
side.
other great movies from tati are "mon oncle" (he tried to have a
plastic factory work correctly, but far away from sea side) and
"playtime" (in french, I do not have the english-american translation)
where you could understand how work an large scale internatinal
company. The company definitively was not working in any type of
tourism industry. But tati most often looked at identical photos of
beach ressorts advertising for (new-york, acapulco, nice, rio,
tanger...).
Hope it did help.
.
Oeuvres d'oxana:
http://perso.wanadoo.fr/oxana/
Enlevez ubu pour répondre.
Bill Cleere wrote:
You're posting from alt.e.alt.e.alxen.free, right?
I don't trust this score. The daddists are nowhere to be found to be counted, the
surrealists can't be counted upon, and the folks over in alt.pouting.sandwhich don't count.
Besides, who's keeping score anyway, the folks over in alt.postmodern ?
,
I just realized who it is. It is the folks over in alt.alienvisitor because they want to count.