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My Cousin, My Gastroenterologist, by Mark Leyner
My Cousin, My Gastroenterologist, by Mark Leyner
tonight at madison square garden the new york rangers disemboweled the boston bruin's goalie, brought a hibachi onto the ice, roasted his intestines and served them on toast points to the howling hometown fans    my cousin my gatroenterologist is himself in the hospital after having been viciously attacked at a hawaiian luau    he's got three potentially dangerous ukulele fragments lodged in his brain the doctor says jabbing at an x-ray with his pointeri'm forging my new epic style in this dingy oubliette which stinks    i mean the oubliette stinks not the style it stinks of sulpher and bile and burnt rubber and putrescent flesh vis all the ingredient odors of an epic style & of course i'm wearing the very down-home the very tight alchemist's jeans and the tempered industrial goggles    there is my beautiful mute sister wheeling about the schoolyard like the last bright leaf of autumn    a few hairs sprout from the crotch of her bikini bottom


About the Author

Mark Leyner
Mark Leyner
An Interview with Mark Leyner
Mark Leyner page with links
The Salon Interview

Cross-References

The spirit of Dada and Surrealism move through Leyner's writing, as does the sensibility of Burroughs' routines.

Is he the Bob Hope of postmodern literature or, as David Foster Wallace has stated, the antichrist?