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Thursday, February 10, 2011
I AM -- round V: THE FLEA
inside Nietzsche's now-dead head
It is late in the evening of January 3, 1898. There's an unsuspecting horse over at the end of Piazza Carlo Alberto. We're in Torino, such a pretty place, really, but where that jerk and intruder, Friedrich freaking Nietzsche, has just aggravated another political upheaval. In some crazed fit (and in his final twitching throes of death he claimed he was defending the horse, which he absurdly believed was getting whipped at the time -- well, I was there, and there was no horse-whipping!), the man, mustache and all, hurled himself against the horse, arms tight around its neck, all the while screaming, "God is dead! God is dead! It's left to me to defend this poor, innocent--" But he was cut short. Idiot. I just couldn't take it anymore. I jumped into the fray, sinking my mandibles deep. Yes, it was me. I am the flea that ate that jerk Friedrich Nietzsche's brain.
I am glad that you got it back to a flea. That will make things more manageable.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, did it take you longer to write this or do the illustration?
It took maybe 10 minutes to write, 15 minutes to draw, and 30 minutes to color. I'm just learning how to use this free "Gimp" software.
ReplyDeleteOh, and except for the flea, apparently this is pretty close to what really happened.
ReplyDeleteThis is the kid-friendly version of how the breakdown was caused.
ReplyDeleteYeah -- Whatever accuracy I got was from a couple sentences at Wikipedia. I had to try and find an appropriate, or fitting, way to wipe him out.
ReplyDeleteWell since no one else has gone yet, I'll volunteer one to help keep it alive:
ReplyDelete"I am the Old Lady who swallowed the flea due to an error in transcription."
HA! That's one of the best I've ever gotten.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm just fine with going mano a mano (or "mano y mano" as it's a Spanish derivation).