Sven's Snake Pit (or, Feel My My My Serpentine)

Instead of doing the usual pale Dan Green imitation, I'm leaving the likes of Sven Birkerts to Dan Green (and others).

That said, is it me, or do others find the following hilariously purple and melodramatic?

...[I]t is alarmingly easy to slide into a slipstream, or, better, go rollicking in a snake-bed of sites and posts, where each twist of text catches hold of another's tail, the whole progress and regress morphing into a no-exit situation that has to be something new under the sun.

Apparently, we're to believe that many apple-cheeked innocents are logging on in hopes of finding some information for their kid's report on dinosaurs and unwittingly ending up as pitiable Beckett characters, trapped & dragging lame legs and busted bicycles through the comments section at Perez Hilton.  The poor bastards.

The most sublime visual evocation of this slippery slope can be found here.

Comments

[Matthew Tiffany]

While you imitate the inimitable Mr. Green, remember: maybe you can taste the bright lights, but you won't get there for free.

[Matthew Tiffany]

And: sha na na na na na na na na knees.

[R Ellis]

He just needs some google skillz.