Sunday, March 31, 2024

( via / me )

"As a critic I began with little except passion and an ornery nature."

"I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
'It is futile,' I said,
'You can never —'

'You lie,' he cried,
And ran on."

--Stephen Crane via @RobertAllenPoet

The Marching Morons.

We're so amnesiac now we're like the guy in M𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 scribbling notes to himself on his own body he can't figure out the meaning of. That's why we repeat the old stupid conflicts. We can't even get their basic premises right.

Feminist Surrealist Easter.

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