Category: Culture

5.30.02 INT. NIEUWLAND SCIENCE BUILDING 2:14pm DAY

it took awhile to get used to the malenky slovos in A Clock­work Orange but once i got it through my gul­liv­er to under­stand what it meant to go out with your droo­gies and use your rook­er in order to tol­chock some grahzny veck and smeck about while the red red krovvy flows due to a few knocks on the lit­so (i’m describ­ing ultra-vio­lence), going and find­ing some devotch­ka with real hor­row­show grood­ies and razrezz her plat­ties and get a lit­tle bit of the old in-out in-out, and grab some pret­ty pol­ly (or cut­ter, o my broth­ers) to put in the car­mans of my plat­ties, it filled my mozg with visions of Bog and All the Heav­en­ly Saints with fas­ci­na­tion. i vid­died very hor­ror­show the type of vesch that Burgess was going for.

A Clock­work Orange func­tions on mul­ti­ple lev­els of mean­ing and seemed to me to fluc­tu­ate back and forth over nor­mal pro­sa­ic forms and rad­i­cal exper­i­men­tal struc­tures. there are echoes of Orwell’s 1984 and a bit of the com­ing of age of A Sep­a­rate Peace. but on the whole it seems that Burgess cre­ates a provoca­tive look at the effects of a future in which a soci­ety has the pow­er to ‘med­ical­ly’ force con­for­mi­ty on a per­son. this results in a total inabil­i­ty of the brain­washed indi­vid­ual to func­tion. (i believe the under­ly­ing posi­tion of this is that life = vio­lence and strug­gle = nat­ur­al com­pe­ti­tion). so when some­one is phys­i­cal­ly unable to com­pete, they are destroyed. read it my malenky lit­tle droogs and ptit­sas.