Hollingshead
Friday, May 8th, 2009
William Hollingshead Loomis was the poet laureate of Collinsport, Maine in the late 1960s. He had a fondness for foreign cigarettes, which was how Jawa Warhol met him. Jawas are the e-bay of the universe; they scrounge through the dimmest, dankest galaxies, often gleaning incalcuable treasures that the “Tallies” (for this is how jawas refer to other, more vertically-adept humanoids) often give them good coin for.
The verse of William Hollingshead Loomis is often lauded by scholars for being the earliest example of the Obfuscatorian School, due to its obtuse density and adept meaninglessness. This is often attributed to Loomis’ fondness for Brazilian Dex, another foreign commodity sometimes proferred by jawas. Dextroamphetamines are widely known for tangling cognitive processes; a quick look at Loomis’ work bears this out. His most famous line, “gruff sundays flir wif biscuit ribbonage,” is a favorite of Jawa Warhol’s, and is accordingly tattooed on his withered black scrotum
Many in-depth psychoanalytic critiques of the verse of William Hollingshead Loomis remark on the almost hysteric dread of canes in his texts.
