just on the egc-ceptional boing boing, found this link:
http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/columnists/miles-kington/high-court-hangups-747313.html
it details a nonsensical court proceeding, between a man accused of stealing 40,000 hotel coathangers, the counsel and the judge. Inspiring stuff for all budding smart arses, nonsense spouters and silver tongued twats.
an extract:
Counsel: Now, Mr Chrysler – for let us assume that that is your name – you are accused of purloining in excess of 40,000 hotel coat hangers.
Chrysler: I am.
Counsel: Can you explain how this came about?
Chrysler: Yes. I had 40,000 coats which I needed to hang up.
Counsel: Is that true?
Chrysler: No.
Counsel: Then why did you say it?
Chrysler: To attempt to throw you off balance.
Counsel: Off balance?
weirdly tho, it really reminds me of a fantastic book called ['the third policeman']
i've read it a couple of times now, its quite a bizarre book, a comedy of sorts, (a bit spike milligan-esque, and robert rankin's clearly inspired by that style of sky-larking prose) its also peppered by horror and faux intellectual musings. One of the themes in the book (i'm sure there's a term for it- some literary gubbins) is a made up philosopher named [de selby] - of whom the main character is writing a definitive introduction/critique of throughout the book.
among other bizarre comments made by de selby, he can't tell the difference between men and woman, dislikes film (because he insists on watching it frame by frame) - and thinks the night is caused by a substance known as 'black air'.
the whole thing is written like that court case; at one point one of the demonic policemen describes how a man had fallen in love with his bycycle and their atoms had begun to swap, meaning the man could no longer stand up and needed to be leant against a wall, lest he fell over.
also alot of the story takes place in bizarre and amazing locations; such as an impossible police station, which lacks a dimension, so seems like an impossible sharp triangular wedge - but with only two sides
and also a timeless, infinite and repetitive space made of machinery like ovens, each of which makes or is filled with odd objects (such as bicycles)
the whole thing is quite odd and difficult to describe, it doesn't really have a normal plot drive...its basically the bemused wanderings of a man who finds himself in a land which begins to reflect his demented logic (or at least so it seems).
brilliant stuff!
everyone should read it
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