A horse was brought to life when the European dadaists stuck a knife in a
dictionary in the word dada, which meant hobby-horse.
Let us not beat a dead horse. Let us bring a horse to life, eh? And let it be a
hobby-horse, and we can all ride it.
Smile. Fluxus is watching you.
PK
[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
> In a message dated 06/24/2000 11:54:08 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
> [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
>
> << There is a Zen parable relating to this idea of "beating a dead horse": >>
>
> There's also an Arkansas parable relating to this idea of a "dead horse".
>
> Billy Joe and Dwight were brothers who lived together, and Dwight was younger
> and also had a few burnt tubes in his cerebral media center. Billy Joe would
> get extremely angry with Dwight, even though he knew Dwight wasn't the
> sharpest pencil in the box, because Dwight was so damn stupid. Probably it
> was Billy Bob's fear of his own lack of intelligence, but this is a joke, not
> a therapy session.
>
> Dwight would say, "Hey Billy Bob, what's that thing you're running up and
> down on, you ain't gettin nowhere."
>
> "It's a stairmaster, you idiot," Billy Bob would say. "I'm not going
> anywhere, I'm exercising."
>
> Or Dwight might say, "Hey Billy Bob, what's that dumb thing you got on your
> head?"
>
> And Billy Bob would say, "It's the official hat of the Shriner's you stupid
> imbecile jerk. I am a member of an elite club which you can never hope to
> join."
>
> And this was how life was for poor Dwight, everytime he tried to learn about
> Billy Bob's world, he would get pounded with insults and emotional injury,
> and even Dwight, a slow thinker, had feelings and could feel the pain of
> degradation and rejection.
>
> One day Dwight went out to the barn to feed the animals, and Roman Soldier,
> the old pull gelding they'd had since boyhood was motionless and down on the
> floor his stall, fat and dead. Suddenly Dwight saw a way to communicate to
> Billy Bob how painful his insults were.
>
> Billy Bob came home that night, barely nodded to Dwight, took a beer out of
> the refrigerator, popped the top with his teeth and chugged it down. Then he
> walked towards the bathroom. Dwight watched calmly as his brother opened the
> bathroom door and muddled in. A few seconds later Billy Bob shrieked: "What
> the hell is this in the bathtub?"
>
> Dwight sauntered over to the bathroom, looked his brother smugly in the eye
> and said, "It's a dead horse you ignorant sonofabitch."
