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Tuesday, January 31, 2006


(Exuent, pursued by a Zombie)

This is so meta, but I can't resist the temptation to link to "The Stranger"'s Blogsite, as one of their writers (thank you soooo much Brendan) elected to post a little zombified parody of Shakespeare that I posted in response to another post on the same subject.

Got that? He posted a post about my post about his post about -- yes, I can see your brain is about to explode. That's okay. This is all about the zombies, remember?

Anywho, the original was posted yesterday (Monday the 30th) by Mr. Kiley under the headline:

"Everything’s Better With Zombies"

along with the accompanying graphic:

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Here's the text of the post, for those of you not inclined to spend the next few minutes link-hopping:

"Zombie Duke Orsino
Posted by BRENDAN KILEY at 04:23 PM
In response to this post about Twelfth Night of the Living Dead, one reader posted a zombification of Hamlet (“To be, yet not to be, is that the question?”) and another posted this zombification of the opening scene of Twelfth Night:

“(Enter ZOMBIE DUKE ORSINO, ZOMBIE CURIO and OTHER ZOMBIES, ZOMBIE MUSICIANS attending)

ZOMBIE DUKE ORSINO
If man-flesh be the food of mine, eat on;
Give me excess of brains, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That brain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o’er my gums from the sweet teeth,
That feed upon a man with violence,
Stealing and giving offal! Enough; no more:
‘Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O necrotizer! how quick with flesh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the grave, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe’er,
But falls into abasement and gored eyes,
Even in a minute: so full of haste is frenzy
That it alone is zombie-tastical.

ZOMBIE CURIO
Grr! Arrgh!”

I want congratulate these keen readers for furthering the noble cause of zombification of the arts. There oughta be a grant for that."

If you need me, I'll be basking in the glare of short-lived fame until my unrestricted funding check arrives...


Posted byCOMTE on 1:03 PM


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