this website used to be like that
i want a letterboxd but instead of movies is magazine articles. like what if i have a lot of thoughts about the latest Atlantic cover story... what if i reread a 1998 harper’s story and thought it was lit… there’s a great newsletter called Last Week’s New Yorker but it isn’t enough… let a thousand flowers bloom
Like her teacher Bloom, Paglia’s criticism is also about labelling everything, but her labelling is so bonkers that it has more charm. “James’s Decadent late style is the heavy ritual transvestism of a eunuch-priest of the mother goddess.” …Okay, sure!!
Good piece on Gillian Rose and Camille Paglia's friendship with James Fessenden (the "Jim" in Love's Work) chronicle.com/article/camill…
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Elton John should have been called "Album" John. The fellow released 31 studio albums between 1969 and 2021
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let that place that was circled with red paint be yellow. Keep every other thing exactly as it is. Thank you.
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I don’t know why every time there’s a new product I have to “meet” it. I can’t imagine Hildegard Von Bingen ever dealt with this
this is how i feel not about right wing intellectuals but about liberals. getting into judith shklar at the moment
good essay. i’ve felt this way with music and books as well. i remember when Intermezzo came out and i was put off so quickly by the inundation of discourse
new column, on becoming completely uninterested in the moviegoing zeitgeist splicetoday.com/moving-pictu…
When AIDS & its Metaphors came out, Sontag was annoyed that it was reviewed as a distinctly gay text rather than just as “writing”. I wonder if her insistence on form over content has to do with the fact that her content was often something she disavowed in herself, i.e., gayness
This doesn’t really match my experience. There aren’t many DFW guys anymore but that’s just because we have Cartarescu/Krasznahorkai/Lentz guys now
There was an entire culture of “literary men” as recently as the 2010s. Like there was a genre of hipster white guy who wouldn’t stop talking about David Foster Wallace. For some reason, the publishing industry got incredibly hostile to white guys and now literary culture doesn’t exist anymore. They thought they could take it away and have it for themselves, but all they could do was ruin it.
They give Pulitzer Prizes and National Book Awards almost exclusively to books about race by black authors now, and nobody reads the books or pays any attention to the awards. Literature is dead and the big publishers are supported almost entirely by romance slop for white wine moms.


































