Look at the expressionism in my phone. The naturalism of my flesh. The modernism of the urinal, the surrealism of its disuse. Look at the contemporary still lives going in and out of the still life.
A large part of artistry is a kind of gravity: to be successful, the world I will must be robust enough to exert a gravity over yours, moving you towards how I see everything. I must show you a firmer footing while throwing you off balance, thus proving it can’t keep you steady.
Near the end, Nathan is on two feet, but that tremored hug, a bridge vibrator of planetary scale, is her also pulling him up on his hind legs, rendering him a dog waiting for a pointer finger, or a baby in a cradle.
The noble impulse to turn one’s nose up at everything that moves, to become frozen, to move at your own pace: that hackneyed saying “the beat of your own drum,” which carries still the group as subject. To walk in your own gait.
Honestly, I kind of appreciate the zoomers who disdain sex. The masses are obsessed with sex; it's disgusting. My only criticism is that they haven't figured out anything to replace it with that's less despicable.
In 1727 Cotton Mather, in an appended essay of the Biblia concerning Christ’s return, cuts himself off, writing “MANUM DE TABULA” (hands off the table). Over that year he would become sick and die in February 1728.
This is the only magic trick we can pull post-Warhol, and an early emanation of a future past this may be as simple as a completely non-classed non-browed work of constant reclassification.
When a novel opens with a double epigraph pairing quotes from a heady philosophers and contemporary pop stars, like oh my god is that allowed?? Can she even do that?????
While academic poptimism becomes more severe every year I want to add that there is a difference between serious scientific engagement with pop culture (Stuart Hall, Jameson, Fisher, Adorno...) and works that obviously just love to wallow in the slop
I’m certain that others have noticed the popular “two epigraph” trend, in which the first is something esoteric, perhaps from poetry, philosophy, or poetry, and the second is current and quippy. I’m trying to figure out how it emerged, and what the underlying motivations are.
I'm of Anglo-Saxon, Scots-Irish, and Norse descent, so for me, watching The Sopranos is like watching an anthropology documentary about some sort of primitive hominid tribe
I know I’ve said something sufficiently true when people refrain from conversationally appending whatever they had already contrived to say as a response.
Conversational contouring is the form coming into focus, intimating creation beyond passing looks: livened eyes when you etch her side smile at a bad joke.
A good first triage of the last century could come in watching the wriggling indecision of a mouth at “-ism” and the brisk tongue-teeth match light “-ist”.