December 2011
There is a lot of comedy in these situations if you are not directly concerned. You need a background of general European terror, of a father who belonged to a losing side, of house searches and disappearances before the fear outweighs the comedy. The Russian, you see, refused to leave the room; the American wouldn’t leave a girl unprotected, and the Frenchman must have thought it was fun....
Best of 2011 →
The Antlers /// “I Don’t Want Love”
Baths /// “Overseas”
Ceremony /// “Not Tonight”
Clams Casino /// “I’m God”
Cliff Martinez /// “I Drive”
Connan Mockasin /// “Megumi The Milkyway Above”
Destroyer /// “Kaputt”
Dirty Beaches /// “Lord Knows Best”
Dum Dum Girls ///...
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11:18 a.m. — Papa John’s delivery guy departs the building.
WatchCece adjusts wreckage the day after Hurricane Irene.
“Where’s the beef?”
“In the corner, the corner.”
“Did you eat all the beef?”
“No.”
“Climbed the Parson’s Nose,” one had written, in the visitors’ book at the little Welsh rock-climbing hotel, “in twenty minutes. Found the rocks very easy.” “Came down from the Parson’s Nose,” some immortal wag had added a day later, “in twenty seconds. Found the rocks very hard.”
Malcolm Lowry, Under The Volcano
Real atheists don’t talk about it.
Do a giant load of laundry; wear dirty clothes the next day.
Selected Incoherent Scribblings From A Recently...
“Toothbrushes so cheap the bristles hurt”
“Magic bullet info count to 5”
“—Don’t worry, this watch is fast —Did you lie about your watch being fast? —I hate running”
“Hobos descending on Dodd for 12-dollar lobster”
“Shut up I lost my virginity to that song”
“Plots — always just talking about how effective they would be;...
monodialogue:
‘Super Bass’ is great (and will surely sound even better coming out of the speakers of Dadbro’s Prius next week) but the best Nicki Minaj song is the one with the Big Pink sample, and the best Nicki Minaj performance is her verse on the Trey Songz song where she raps about Anna Nicole.
Official position.
M. Laruelle glanced in the flyleaf again, then shut the book on the counter. Above them the rain slammed on the cinema roof. It was eighteen months since the Consul had lent him the thumbed maroon volume of Elizabethan plays. At that time Geoffrey and Yvonne had been separated for perhaps five months. Six more must elapse before she would return. In the Consul’s garden they drifted...
Some new praise for Ivyland:
“Ivyland is a harsh, spastic novel about drug-addled misfits clawing their way through a wrecked future that feels disconcertingly familiar. As if that wasn’t enough, it’s also got evil caterpillars, flung jellyfish, great prose, new drugs, sharp jokes, a stolen ice cream truck and a miracle tree.” —Justin Taylor
[Previously.]
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Our interior lives include many moments of revision. We loop back and reexamine. And all of those little half notions you have, that you can’t quite remember, those tentative theories—they’re all part of the idle froth of consciousness. There’s so much excess interior energy that surrounds inaction, especially when you’re stuck in a day job you’re not doing very...
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“Huh, water cooler’s not working.”
“Really? Oh look, there it goes.”
“[Feeds dollar into soda machine].”
But every coin has its other side. This man of unrivalled qualities, in whom the brilliant and profound were equally prominent, this man, who could have been called delightful, who could be listened to for hours to the amusement both of others and of himself, since he laughed loudly at what he said as if he were both author and performer, to their benefit, this man had one vice: he was just as...
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rendit:
In my dreams the guy who violently stalks out of the bathroom every time without even looking at the sinks and the guy who methodically touches every surface, works every device with either a paper towel-shrouded hand or the heel of his shoe face off in a battle to the death for the soul of humanity.
I’d be the OCD guy, but I think paper towels themselves are dirty.
I awoke from my four o’clock siesta with the presentiment of some bad piece of news. I had dreamt that the tooth that had made me suffer so when Cruet pulled it out, five years ago, had grown in again. And straightaway Pélagie came in, with this news brought by Lucien Daudet, news she hadn’t come to tell me earlier to as not to disturb my nightmare: Marcel Proust has not killed...
“Fuck you, Miles, I still hate this new look.”
“Gmail has always looked this way. We have always been at war with Eurasia.”
“#LIT.”
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Keith Canisius /// “LSD” /// The Great...
Haven’t heard someone complain about Thought Catalog in a while—cause for concern?
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It seems to me then as if all the moments of our life occupy the same space, as if future events already existed and were only waiting for us to find our way to them at last, just as when we have accepted an invitation we duly arrive in a certain house at a given time. And might not it be, continued Austerlitz, that we also have appointments to keep in the past, in what has gone before and is...
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