Allan Bloom is a hysterical, raving, reactionary lunatic. He and his academia ilk are exactly the reason why education teaches kids nothing, because they know absolutely zero about the children they’re supposed to teach. mostly, this book is little more than a “get off my lawn” diatribe against any and all (race, sex, drugs, rock [...]
let down by friends
feel so low that not even
masturbation is appealing
Do you have absolutely zero ideas for a book?
Or perhaps you just want to know how to properly use the little known literary trick, “ellipse-semi-colon style” (…;) properly in a sentence?
Then, here’s your man. But, fair warning: you probably don’t have the chops to get this dude to rep you.
why the need to ruminate on every compartmentalized experience your imagination says you’ve gone through?
it’s one thing to be contemplative, another to worship your own narrow uniqueness, to let it dictate how you should be, and also how others should must accept you.
that’s a fucking deep-assed ditch you’ve dug there and now that you [...]
Ok, what am I trying to say here? What do I mean?
I stare at the computer screen, rereading, rereading, until the screen saver comes on, until my eyes blow out of focus.
I mumble the words softly as I type, retype. The curses, they come out a lot louder.
This fucking goddamn shit fuck [...]
Ah, there’s nothing like the feeling of a road [...]
I’m reading Nelson Algren’s “Notes from a Sea Diary: Hemingway all the way,” and came across this brilliant nugget in the story entitled, “July 14th Raft of a Summer Night.” Algren was wailing away at editors, publishers and critics regarding so many classic books being out of print, yet so many of those same classic’s [...]