Sunday, January 9, 2011

THE YOKNAPATAWPHA CONFERENCE


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THE YOKNAPATAWPHA CONFERENCE
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The Yoknapatawphanists

Well, they were back again this year like they were every year & would come back again the next year—back to that decrepit, decaying, old run-down Mansion in the Mississippi woods—that antebellum, stillupkept sorta, Sutpen plantation Dump known as Rowan Oaks. That majestic large Greek Revival old wreck pre-dating the Civil war—standing on four acres of cedars and moonshine woods built by Colonel Shegog from Tennessee back in the 1840s.

Here they come again, all the astute hoity-toity Ivy League Yoknapatawphaists worming & wiggling their way into the unkempt, messy world of William Faulkner—no Stranger to savage nekkid Indians, runaway mulatto Slaves, old fart Kentucky Colonels, old bitter Miss Rosa spinsters, snaky Temple Drake whores, good-hearted Memphis Miss Reba madams, young naïve hustlers like Fonzo & Virgil Snopes, Crummy Creeps like Pervert Popeye, Sex-Maniacs like handsome Alabama Red, strange Mississippi Boyz like Queer Quentin Compson, Faggy country bumpkin Hicks like Henry Sutpen, well-endowed Mandingo Pretty Boyz like Charles Bon, Delta Bad Boyz like crazy Darl Bundren, cute Canadian cock like skanky Shreve McCannon.
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Ernest V. Trueblood
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Oh yes, and of course, the Power behind the Throne, the True Voice of the Faulknerian Imagination, the Delta Bourbon Intelligence back in the Mississippi Wings—none other than Ernest V. Trueblood, Mr. Faulkner’s literary Confidant & white trash Secretary, the actual Authorial Asshole behind the Astounding Apocryphal Agonizing Yoknapatawpha Archipelago Epic. Annealing itself like Mold on Green Cheese to the Ancient Archetypal Archives of Academe—slowly but surely fading away into the Sad Honeysuckle Aching Night, the Languishing Light of Long-Gone Decadent Deep South Augusts drooping over the wilted Magnolia Delta.

Yes, the Yoknapatawphanists were back again—to drink their Mississippi Martinis & Sveltely Schmooze on the Sultry Ole Miss Magnolia-Scented Swing there on the Gossipy Summer Verandah late into the Decadent Decaying Night. More than ready to Revisit the Rich Unbroken Alluvial Delta Bourbon Academic Fields of—Nostalgic Youthful Negritude & Teenage High Yellow Horizons opening up the once offensive, derogatory Postmodern Picaresque Pickaninny Negro Stereotype often still seen running around WalMart at Midnight on School Nights.
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Delta Bourban Academe
Streams of serious Structuralists, hysterical Historicists and groaning Gender Studies Queens are invading tranquil sleepy Ole Miss this year—clearing the ground for juicy Lectures, sexy Seminars & shocking Symposiums with bright young Assistant Professors running amok in the vast coy Cotton Fields of the Modern Language Association.

Deconstructing Young Tyrones & the titillating the new Politics of Down-Low Black Masculinity—delving deeper than skin-deep into the Ghetto Nation & the Hip-Hop Generation, much deeper than those Jesse Helms, Strom Thurmond, Segregationist Dayz so well-pictured & identified in the aging Archives of National Geographic Magazines from the pre-Depression Era of the 1920's.
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Faulkner as Dinge Queen
Yes, this year’s Faulkner Conference at Ole Miss is certainly going to be an interesting Journey into the Heart of Darkness, the Land of Bling & the Home of the Shameless!!!
The intrepid courageous Yoknapatawphanists were outdoing themselves this year—the 2011 astute Ole Miss Conference entitled “Faulkner as Dinge Queen” is going to definitely raise Academic Eyebrows across the USA & transform Dred Scott into the New Rap Star of both Harvard & Hollywood…and everything in between!!!


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