«There Is No Such Thing As Literal Meaning,» Stanley, «Fish in Three Days Are Stale,» Lyly in Euphues

Skjermbilde 2016-04-26 kl. 12.19.39.pngStanley Fish is quoted in the following senses in Behan McCullagh, The Truth of History (Routledge 1998):

(1). Stanley Fish has declared that texts do not have a literal meaning.”There is no such thing as literal meaning, if by literal meaning one means a meaning that is perspicuous no matter what the context and no matter what is in the speaker’s or hearer’s mind, a meaning that because it is prior to interpretation can serve as a constraint on interpretation.” (p135-1365).

(2) When Stanley Fish discussed the problem, he noted that some historians such as Elizabeth Fox-Genovese had resolved it by simply declaring that historians can discover the truth about the past. His reply is that historians cannot know the past because in describing the past they use a language, “and that language must itself proceed from some ideological vision.” (p170)

Postmodern, Conceptual, Non Fictional – Three Takes on the JFK Conspiracy

“Happiness is not based on oneself, it
does not consist of a small home, of taking
and getting. Happiness is taking part in the
struggle, where there is no borderline
between one’s own personal world, and the
world in general.”
Letter to his brother
In the Bronx
This was the year he rode the
subway to the ends of the city, two
hundred miles of track. He liked to
stand at the front of the first car, hands
flat against the glass. The train
through the dark. People
stood on local platforms staring
nowhere, a look they’d been practicing
for years. He kind of wondered,
speeding past, who they really were.
His body fluttered in the fastest
stretches. They went so fast sometimes
he thought they were on the edge of
no-control. The noise was pitched to
a level of pain he absorbed as a
personal test. Another crazy-ass curve.
There was so much iron in the sound
of those curves he could almost taste
it, like a toy you put in your mouth
when you are little.

John F. Kennedy
See The Wheeler Dealers.
God bless you sir.
That’s alright, buddy. We all feel the same. Anybody who has the courage to marry somebody named Eunice can’t be all bad.
See The Wheeler Dealers, won’t you? Now showing at two theaters in downtown Dallas, the Capri downtown Dallas and The Hollywood in downtown Fort Worth. Don’t forget, President Kennedy’s speech today has been billed as a major event. KLIF news, of course, will be bringing you excerpts of that speech throughout the afternoon. OK? I’m Andy Fine and away we go on the Rex Jones show.
The first of the two most glorious holidays of the year is coming. So it won’t be long until you make a most important meat purchase. Yes, Thanksgiving is only days away and this happy holiday will be just a little better this year if a little forethought goes into the purchase of a traditional turkey. Naturally, you want a turkey that gives you extra meat per pound. And if you’re like most families, you’ll want a turkey that offers the most sweet, absolutely delicious white meat per pound. There are turkeys that meet these requirements. You’ll find them at your grocer’s bearing the famous Armour star. Yes, ma’am, I’m talking about Armour Star broad breasted turkeys, government inspected and graded to give your family a very special treat this Thanksgiving. Armour Star turkeys have moderately deep, well-rounded breasts with extra white meat, plenty of dark meat too. When you shop at your grocer’s for that Thanksgiving turkey, get an Armour Star broad breasted turkey. Government inspected and graded to assure you of the very best. Armour Star, best by far. (From the book of conceptual poetry, Seven American Deaths and Disasters by Kenneth Goldsmith https://monoskop.org/log/?p=11688)

Chapter One

I can remember where I was. And I can prove it. I have witnesses. And unlike many of the men and women who inadvertently became witnesses in Dallas that day, my witnesses are still alive.

You see, at the very moment snipers were busy making Jack Kennedy’s wish come true (see quote below), I was taking aim on a grassy knoll . . . behind the gymnasium at Dean Junior College. I was in archery class and I was shooting a bow and arrow. Valerie Palucci was watching me. And I was trying to impress Valerie Palucci’s breasts. The rest of Valerie didn’t exist for me at that age. Nothing else existed. I always directed all of my communication skills directly to her breasts. (From the non fiction book UFOs, JFK and Elvis http://www.ibelz.com/

You never know what’s hit you. A gunshot is the perfect way.
–John Kennedy, asked how he would choose to die