You're Love in the Time of Cholera!
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Like Odysseus in a work of Homer, you demonstrate undying loyalty by
sleeping with as many people as you possibly can. But in your heart you never give
consent! This creates a strange quandary of what love really means to you. On the
one hand, you've loved the same person your whole life, but on the other, your actions
barely speak to this fact. Whatever you do, stick to bottled water. The other stuff
could get you killed.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
You're Infinite Jest!
by David Foster Wallace
While you1 consider yourself2 to be clever,
there are those3 who think you're just full of yourself or, perhaps worse,
playing a joke4 on everyone around you, and yet you are pretty sure that
you really are that brilliant after all, since people would hardly take the time to
get to know you5 if they didn't care very deeply about what you had to
say to them, to wit, about their lives, their hopes, their dreams, their fears, their
drug habits, and of course what videos6 they prefer to watch, since,
after all, your impressive vocabulary and tendency to go on and on7 makes
you seem superior, able to educate them, and really drive a sense of something
ineffable into their measly little skulls while you are not above making a cheap
gag or really going after anyone or anything or telling them about incredible
futures involving tennis, geopolitics, and
1Meaning you personally, not someone like you or your own
personal daddy, for example.
2As well as you can see yourself, which, frankly, may not be that well.
3Though we wouldn't deign to be so peripatetic as to name them here, mind.
4Jokes, though not common in Victorian England, were known to originate
sometime in ancient history, perhaps as early as the time of Babylon, or even before.
It is thought that the history of the joke plays an integral role in the mindset of
the characters depicted here, though you may disagree at this point, in which case I
am facing quite the dilemma in relaying this narrative, no?
5It is rather time consuming, after all.
6Ha!
7and on and on and on...
Take the Book Quiz II
at the Blue Pyramid.
You're The Metamorphosis!
by Franz Kafka
Though you think you're in the midst of a dream, the fact of the
matter is that your life has become a nightmare. The nightmare at first seems
horrific to you, but you are slowly able to adjust to the facts of the matter
and settle down and make do with what you've been given. There are those that
would say you're pointless and absurd, but you're really just trying to
demonstrate that people can (and do) adapt to anything, no matter how absurd
it is. Not that this will really inspire them to change, because they probably
don't understand.
Take the Book Quiz II
at the Blue Pyramid.
8 comments:
Language is circular, and inserting oneself into a preexisting system is both the challenge and frustration of writing.
http://www.ada.auckland.ac.nz/
Nabokov's 15th novel is a cosmology; however, the incest between Marina's children does not really interest me. Their gender, apparent relation, travels, reflections are subsumed into this text they are creating, and they "die into the finished book."
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jyN1F1WkF5Z2dndkE/view?usp=sharing
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jyRUtOMi1EUEc2YjA/view?usp=sharing
I like Stuart Collection UCSD Standing (1998) much less than did then.
I would have never thought that the monumentality of nudes with poor posture would be played out and tiring. I like some of her craft and the animals, but my older self thinks she is overrated.
Feminism would have one believe that displaying the mortal body in immodest poses is sufficient in and of itself. What a scam the world had us to believe.
https://www.artnet.com/artists/kiki-smith/4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63QFUkp_qLA
https://inews.co.uk/inews-lifestyle/regret-belittling-men-63-ended-up-alone-3569366
"I placed so much importance on finding a 'strong man' who could match me, that I forgot men are people with feelings. Indeed I forgot I had feelings and hid my softness. I now see that I longed to be loved but I was too scared to be vulnerable. I was using my sharp mind to protect my all-too-soft heart against yet further rejection.
Another thing I regret deeply is my tally of one-night stands when I was younger. I distinctly remember thinking it would be uncool to say no to the men I met at parties, or dated but I struggled to enjoy it. There was always a disconnect. This was abundantly clear the morning after. As I lay there waiting for a sign of affection, he would be singing the triumphant 'had her' song in the shower. A quick cheerio and he was gone."
Also, this the end of such a life.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFo79ktWy8c
Post a Comment