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The Readers Cry Out
Pigasus Sightings!!!!!

A Texan scholar and a mortician's intern from Ohio captured these snaps of Pigasus at the Rose Bowl. (It's our porker, all right; you will note the trademark eyegear and scarf, the proud thrusting snout, the butcher-may-care grin of quiet resolve and a pig at peace with self and sty.) The float's sponsors, designers, operators and the Rose Bowl organization itself are all being sued back into the Stone Age. We'll see just what our good jpt alumni on the Bench think about defendants' initial answer, "Relax, dudes; a pig is a pig."

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Letters18 portal1Dear Editor,

Bartleby de Scrivener, the splendid wordsmith responsible for "Who Killed Cock Robin?" [Issue 17], has appeared in jpt before but sporting a different bio ["Up Jumped the Devil," Issue 12]. Same Bartleby? —Melville Man

Complex fellow. —ed.
Moving target. —visiting journalist/ed.


Letters18 portal2Gentlemen [& ladies —ed.],
Your sources and resources are impressive for a nonpaying online publication that apparently has remained entirely free of commercialism. The unique, informative jazz-themed histories, autobiographies and essays, for example, cannot be found anywhere else online at any price, to my knowledge. I have derived great benefit from the Henry Blackburn articles (especially enjoying the Muggsy Spanier, Jimmie Lunceford,--name misspelled "Lunsford" in your URL page header, by the way-- Lee Collins, and Jimmy McPartland ones), as well as the "Kid Spats Deepelum" essays (Issue 13, Issue 14, the three-part "Handful of Riffs" beginning in Issue 15), and most recently, the first part of Lawrence Jones's excellent "Confessions of a Jazz Fan" memoir (Issue 17). Given the amazing range and scale of your production, two questions: how and why do you do it? —B.K.

The How: We have done it with the extraordinary generosity and enthusiasm of the distinguished authorities you cite, and that of many others. The Why: two parts. Part one is capsulized by an expression taken from staffer Fartch Bombastric Foldlegod's Tennessee cousin: "We are drove." Part two is the expanding potential for connecting with that special reader like you. As for misspellings, always doubt what you claim to have seen. —ed.


Letters18 portal3Dear Editors,
W.C. Smith's Book of Wine & Seizures story "The Time of Attempted Wisdom" caught my eye, as I have recently seen a website devoted to incidences of "attempted wisdom." Is the one related to the other? (Through some distant connection, I mean. I think there's probably nothing that relates concretely to The Book of WS, now my leading source of recondite quotations.) —Gayle

Wine & Seizures bleedoff has happened at a trickle through the years, though now it seems to threaten torrents. On one hand, unconnected people do come up with identical expressions; words do combine freely. On the other, people sometimes consciously or unconsciously borrow clever concepts they have been exposed to, even decades ago, in (or from , via second party) the Book of Wine & Seizures! There's little point fussing about the inevitable; for whatever reason, everything that's good in The Book will sooner or later be found all garnished, fresh and delectable on some other plate. —ed.


Letters18 portal4Dear jpt,
The great biker stories and photos [John Rice; Pilgrim] make your unusual journal even more unusual, which I consider to be a good thing. I like the action and humor but I have to admit that heavy thinking isn't what I'm about at the end of the day. There's always something for me now in
jpt and something I'd rather put off till later, sometimes a lot later. I think your best articles usually include plenty of pictures. But I'm sure others have their own tastes. —S.N.D.

No, you 've probably nailed the monkey in the knob with that one, D. —ed.


Letters18 porta5Dear editor,
Laughed myself silly at Mom's way of keeping kids from smoking-- dousing her ciggy bitts in the grape juice. Keep this lady coming! —saycheese


Letters18 porta6[Editor],
I've read
[Issue 17] and enjoyed it greatly.  I especially liked in this issue Bill's third installment of his '"Riffs" and also that [beautiful] "Smells to Remember" essay, which I assume was his (did he leave you a group of Nostalgick Essays?).  It is wonderful and moving to sense Bill's voice coming back from beyond death.  It would be great if we could continue to sense that voice.

Martha's feature [Advice From Mom] is off to a good start.  It's a pity that I didn't access her excellent advice before I went off to visit grandchildren.  It might have saved me some futile activity.  As for Bustamante's sting ray, there is more than one kind of sting in the sea—while I was visiting my daughter in Darwin, a man foolhardy enough to try to swim across the Darwin harbour encountered a giant jellyfish, which wrapped its tentacles right around him, and he ended up in the hospital from the sting. 

The Audiopile is really coming into its own with the Musique Exquisite.  I especially liked the lower register clarinet of "The Valley once Sang."  On my new computer the sound comes over very fully and there is no problem with file size.

An excellent and very varied issue, all in all. —L.J.

The reader may be forgiven for scratching his head about Prof. [Bill] Schafer's connection to "Riffs" and "Smells," as Bill enjoyed squeezing the most out of the power of alias. He who hath ears, let him hear. Alas, there is no trove of Nostalgicka awaiting us; but examine the present issue carefully for one splendid essay, by a certain Buttwinkle B. Scriblerus, questioning "English" and "Literature" as content courses. 'Nuff said. We won't rule out future unearthings (non-Nostalgicka) to delight us again with that incomparable voice of our scholar and friend. —ed.


Letters18 porta7Worthy ones!
C. Adam Smith and Professor Loose forever! It's fantastic you have added great original music and the coolest lectures on the planet to this no-can-classify academic-spiced zine. Must be 2010, and OMG I'm in love! —Sychik

God bless us, every one! —ed.


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