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Archive for the 'Surrealism' Category

The Blind Goose-Killer of Urk

Thursday, September 21st, 2017
Surrealism, Humor, SpokenWord | Comments

A Hooting Yard tribute

Wednesday, April 25th, 2012
spoken word, Weird Fiction, Surrealism, Sardonic Words | Comments

Past followers of Airy Persiflage (and oddly enough there might be a few), probably realize we are great fans of the rambling discourse of Mr. Frank Key, of HOOTING YARD fame, and the author of several fine monographs which have occasionally contributed material for audio reads here on Persiflage.  Mr. Key has been kind enough to say some nice words about Airy Persiflage on the Hooting Yard, I was honored to hear the encomiums continue on a recent broadcast of Hooting Yard on Resonance FM 104 in the United Kingdom.  Mr. Key played the version of Ambrose and Mister Ploppo we recorded on 27 July 2011.  I was honored to be included!

Here is the relevant link:


From what I hear on the recording, other segments of Hooting Yard material we have recorded may show up on Resonance FM in the near future.

The crucifixion considered as an Uphill Bicycle Race, by Alfred Jarry

Saturday, January 7th, 2012
odd stuff, Surrealism, Sardonic Words, Ubu Roi | Comments


French proto-absurdist playwright Alfred Jarry was a lifelong cycling enthusiast. He habitually wore cycle-racing clothes, referring to his bicycle as "that which rolls."  That is Mr. Jarry himself in the picture above.

Background Music: Max Ernst's Red Nightmare by Rubber Band Banjo.  Used under Creative Commons.

Ambrose and Signor Ploppo

Wednesday, July 27th, 2011
spoken word, odd stuff, Surrealism, Humor, Sardonic Words | Comments

We've been missing the work of Mr. Frank Key here at Airy Persiflage, and the arrival of a recent Hooting Yard podcast suggested the perfect piece to perform with Young Gar.  With Mr. Key's kind permission, we present a dialogue between Signor Ploppo, a man of parts, and Ambrose, a cunning and curd-hungry member of the avian family.


Hoofprint Advice, by Frank Key

Thursday, May 5th, 2011
odd stuff, Surrealism, Humor, Sardonic Words | Comments

Another visit with our favorite hard living surrealist from across the Atlantic, Mr. Frank Key. this is from his work IMPUGNED BY A PEASANT, and can be found for sale on the Hooting Yard website.  As you can see from the number of times we have read Mr. Key's work, it's obvious we hold his literary output in high regard.

In this seemingly random diatribe, the Regime tunes in to give us some excellent tips on how to deal with the embarrassment of hoof-prints on your ceiling.


I Had a Hammer, by Frank Key

Friday, February 4th, 2011
spoken word, Weird Fiction, Surrealism, Humor | Comments


Once again, we visit the twisted world of Mr. Frank Key.  I had planned to do a reading of a dadaist writer that I much revere, but I kept blowing the pronunciation in rehearsal, so back to Mr. Key I went.  It seems fitting, doesn't it?  Frank Key always delivers.  Don't believe me?  Go visit Hooting Yard, you'll see!  Youuuuu'llll seeee!

In this piece, Mr. Key shows us a new twist on an old song.

How to De-Fang Your Venomous Serpent, by Frank Key

Friday, January 7th, 2011
spoken word, Surrealism, Humor, Sardonic Words | Comments

In which the humble narrator recites some sound advice from Mr. Frank Key on the issue of defanging venomous serpents of a particularly aggressive demeanor.

The Goat God Catechism, by Frank Key

Sunday, January 2nd, 2011
spoken word, Weird Fiction, Surrealism | Comments

Today's audio blurb is the Goat God Catechism, by that wonderful Surrealist, Mr. Frank Key, who holds the copyright thereto.

In the following snippet, the part of the integrator is played by your humble narrator.  The part of the respondent is played by young Gar.

Is there anything more frightening than the goat god?

No, there is not.

Must one tremble when the goat god appears, looming from a cloud of foul inexplicable gas?

Yes, one must tremble.

How must one tremble?

In awe and dread.

Must one cover one’s ears when one hears the terrible clattering of the goat god’s cloven hooves upon the linoleum?

Yes, one must clap one’s hands over one’s ears.

When the goat god brays its harsh bray, is it so loud that all birds and small mammals in the vicinity are rendered deaf?

Yes, they are deafened, temporarily.

Is mayhem caused by the deafening of birds and small mammals?

Yes, it can be, because those that depend upon their hearing for orienting themselves in the sky or upon the earth become confused and terrified.

Does the goat god take pleasure from causing such havoc in the natural world?

Yes, it does, there is mirth in its braying.

Is the goat god accompanied by helpmeets?

Yes, the goat god has two helpmeets.

Are the goat god’s helpmeets men or goats?

They are mutant hybrids of both, their upper half being as a man, their lower half being as a goat.

Do the helpmeets speak in a human tongue or do they bray as would a goat?

They do neither, for they are silent.

What horror takes place once the cloud of foul gas has dispersed to reveal the goat god and its helpmeets in all their dreadful majesty?

Some of the deafened birds fall from the sky and some of the deafened small mammals scurry about in circles of disoriented bestial befuddlement.

What else happens?

I continue to tremble in awe and dread with my hands clapped over my ears.

What does the goat god do?

It continues to bray, loud and mirthful and terrifying.

Does it continue to clatter its cloven hooves upon the linoleum?

Yes, it does.

Why is the ground covered in linoleum?

Because the goat god has appeared in its cloud of foul inexplicable gas in the kitchenette of my squalid flat.

For what purpose has the goat god appeared in your flat?

I am not yet sure of its purpose, but it appeared because I accidentally summoned it.

By what accident did you summon the goat god and its helpmeets?

The accident was that I was reading aloud a recipe from Old Ma Purgative’s Wonder Book Of Pies and I pronounced some of the words amiss.

Wait a moment, if you are in your flat, what explains the presence of all these deafened birds and small mammals?

I said my flat is a squalid flat. It has no roof, and it is overrun with wildlife.

Why do you have no roof over your head?

My roof was removed by the regime.

Do you think Old Ma Purgative deliberately inserted words which might easily be pronounced amiss into her pie recipes to trick her readers into summoning the goat god?

Yes, I do.



What happens next?

I am going to finish baking the pie and feed it to the goat god and its helpmeets, and then we shall issue forth from my flat and wreak vengeance upon the regime.

Will you be writing up an account of the terror you unleash?

No, for this whole bailiwick shall be laid waste and there will be neither notepaper nor pens nor pencils when we are done.

Will your flat still be standing?

No, it will not, and I shall vanish with the goat god and its helpmeets in a second cloud of foul inexplicable gas.

Will the regime survive the vengeance you and the goat god and its helpmeets wreak?

Not in this bailiwick.