What Is/Isn't: Bean Newton's Varied Experience
by E.W. Wilder
Arguably, it was the brief time Bean Newton spent with an office job that broke him. In the summer of
1997, Newton became an administrative assistant in the office of the Co-Vice Dean of Registratory
Affairs at Purewater University, where this author was, at that time, a graduate student and a student
assistant in the same office.
"owning a Quorum with the" dates from this period, when it was Newton's job to, among other things,
make sure the various workers in the office and their faculty counterparts actually showed up for
meetings. And while Newton's work had always been anarchic, this work marks a downward spiral into
incomprehensibility from which Newton would never recover.
In contrast, "Redactivity Cured My Cold" from only a few months before, evinces the narrative
coherence, however dreamlike and set in fantasy or sci-fi situations, that we also see in the Whip Shitback
series, as well as Newton’s well-known knack for the vernacular.
Let these works, then, be a cautionary tale on the dangers of academics and office work.
[. . . owning a Quorum with the Gentle Prosthesis . . .]
. . . owning a Quorum with the Gentle Prosthesis . . .
And here read "Gentile" or the average beerswilling angstrom, the sub-a-tropic particule in a sea of
concatenated purposes, the politico, pholosophic-o nonentity, the blimp on erection night; fancy the owl,
in all its suspender.
Beeps is tired of move.
The strophe is antithetical to the phosphoric CornFlakes.
They're all, after all, Geat.
It's just a smatter of thyme, the amphorous
additions of salt, the Earth and all
the six-billions, grained through our ground glass,
the tyrant, the ovum of splendor.