This one’s my favorite dada koan (thus far). Maybe that’s because The Unsuspected by Charlotte Armstrong was a beloved mystery novel for me as a teenager. Old radio host Luther Grandison was so sweet. (Nobody could believe anything bad about dear old Grandy!)
A dada koan, by the way, is just a short random “cut up” poem. Similar to the ones Tristan Tzara used to pull from his Cubs baseball cap. Only perhaps not so “elusive” as Tristan’s.
(Ha ha! That’s a little inside joke with myself. My American Heritage dictionary helpfully defines elusive as “tending to elude capture”. However, I’m easy to find these summer months– usually sweating in my apartment holding an ice cube.)
At any rate. Here is the above neon cantaloupe-colored poem in b&w:
an old radio host
saying “this is an onion”
Led to Brazen Killing
the central mystery of the case
is trending higher than
signs of the apocalypse
inspired by the theme “Joy”
Well, there you have it. Vegetable comment causes bloodshed. Not very elusive.
By the way, the plot of The Unsuspected is pretty far-fetched. And also, I suppose, disturbing and wrong. If you’re reading Charlotte Armstrong for the first time, you’d probably be better off with Mischief or something. She’s written multitudes of mysteries that are better than The Unsuspected. But I don’t care because it’s still the one closest to my heart. She seems not so much in vogue now.
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Unrelated Addendum: Remember those Oprah shows where a group of women who looked thirty-ish turned out to be ninety-five? I’d never make it onto those shows because I look MUCH older than I am. There’s no money in that.