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The Middle Aged Man Who Reads Too Much Bukowski And Wants You To Know About His “Hard Times” – The Middle Aged Man Who Reads Too Much Bukowski And Wants You To Know About His Hard Times has seen some pretty mediocre times. At, 17, he read Love Is A Dog From Hell and he will tell you that from then on he considered himself a writer. In 2009, he continues to use the word “whore” whether or not it applies.
The Middle Aged Man Who Reads Too Much Bukowski And Wants You To Know About His “Hard Times” – The Middle Aged Man Who Reads Too Much Bukowski And Wants You To Know About His Hard Times has seen some pretty mediocre times. At, 17, he read Love Is A Dog From Hell and he will tell you that from then on he considered himself a writer. In 2009, he continues to use the word “whore” whether or not it applies.
Correction: Reads nothing but Bukowski.
Correction: Reads nothing but Bukowski.
fucking simon van booy
fucking simon van booy
One is that ‘internet writers’ have ‘black suns’ behind their eyes.
Magic secret penises which wrap around the earth, forming mountains.
Foul phrases, ‘they drink too much’, many of them love basketball too much.
Ten percent of them are ‘starstruck’ at the more ‘famous’ internet writers, their penises are hooked onto the larger penises and piled up the mountain
One day the mountain will have a mayor. The mayor will have the ‘maddest hits ever’ and will cover the earth in cream.
One is that ‘internet writers’ have ‘black suns’ behind their eyes.
Magic secret penises which wrap around the earth, forming mountains.
Foul phrases, ‘they drink too much’, many of them love basketball too much.
Ten percent of them are ‘starstruck’ at the more ‘famous’ internet writers, their penises are hooked onto the larger penises and piled up the mountain
One day the mountain will have a mayor. The mayor will have the ‘maddest hits ever’ and will cover the earth in cream.
oh shit.
oh shit.
hst/gonzo wanna-be’s.
hst/gonzo wanna-be’s.
http://www.ted.com/talks/chimamanda_adichie_the_danger_of_a_single_story.html#
http://www.ted.com/talks/chimamanda_adichie_the_danger_of_a_single_story.html#
haha.
haha.
the ‘young’ writers of the ‘internet’ that try to ‘write’ in an ‘indifferent tone’ and don’t use ‘punctuation’ except for ‘single quotes’. they also keep ‘record’ of the things they ‘eat’ and ‘drink’ and describe ‘mundane’ things in a ‘mundane’ manner which comes off as ‘interesting’ to ‘writers’ who write the ‘same way’.
i don’t know if that’s a stereotype, but i see it a lot on the internet these days. maybe “fad” is a more suitable term for it. it’s kind of tiring to see on every other blog i click on.
the ‘young’ writers of the ‘internet’ that try to ‘write’ in an ‘indifferent tone’ and don’t use ‘punctuation’ except for ‘single quotes’. they also keep ‘record’ of the things they ‘eat’ and ‘drink’ and describe ‘mundane’ things in a ‘mundane’ manner which comes off as ‘interesting’ to ‘writers’ who write the ‘same way’.
i don’t know if that’s a stereotype, but i see it a lot on the internet these days. maybe “fad” is a more suitable term for it. it’s kind of tiring to see on every other blog i click on.
Style: That the only writers worth reading have super-distinctive and arresting voices; or, put a better way, that B writer is good only when I can pick up X and know that B alone or one of B’s more talented imitators could have written it. Lots of writers have extremely subtle and nuanced voices (Joan Didion, Evan S. Connell, Carolyn Forche) and other writers have produced brilliant works which sound almost nothing like their other brilliant work (Anthony Burgess, Fernando Pessoa, Peter Matheson). Style, like personality, is a liquid.
Style: That the only writers worth reading have super-distinctive and arresting voices; or, put a better way, that B writer is good only when I can pick up X and know that B alone or one of B’s more talented imitators could have written it. Lots of writers have extremely subtle and nuanced voices (Joan Didion, Evan S. Connell, Carolyn Forche) and other writers have produced brilliant works which sound almost nothing like their other brilliant work (Anthony Burgess, Fernando Pessoa, Peter Matheson). Style, like personality, is a liquid.
I love good gonzo and hate bad gonzo.
I love good gonzo and hate bad gonzo.
sam pink
just don’t like him
sam pink
just don’t like him
the terror of our inadequacy dividing the world again and again, again.
the terror of our inadequacy dividing the world again and again, again.
The thing I hate most about the internet is it encourages people to become even more clique-ish than they would normally be, encouraging them to shun those that don’t think or talk or like the same things as them.
The thing I hate most about the internet is it encourages people to become even more clique-ish than they would normally be, encouraging them to shun those that don’t think or talk or like the same things as them.
what is an example of that
what is an example of that
A lot of the blogs I follow cause really intense debate – there isn’t a lot of backpatting or circle jerking going on
A lot of the blogs I follow cause really intense debate – there isn’t a lot of backpatting or circle jerking going on
in undergrad fiction workshops: the guy who writes a story where the female protag is porcelain-skinned, a booze/pill-hound, bleeds on bathroom floors, huddles half-naked, requires extremely precise description regarding her clothes and the proximity to their skin, does not seem capable of living before/after encounter with male, endures self-loathing and suicidal thoughts as a result of abuse we may or may not get to “see”, cries and cries, may be found in a ditch, inspires condescension/pity/protective instincts/lust in the male protag, who wears a trenchcoat, ruminates, quotes philosophy, lights cigarettes, tries to talk some sense into the her, obsesses, takes a drink, has sex with the her after the her has collapsed in his arms, later finds out the her has committed suicide or been murdered, mourns and/or revenges the shit out of her previous romantic interest, smolders, leaves one red rose on grave, cleans up blood in bathroom.
in undergrad fiction workshops: the guy who writes a story where the female protag is porcelain-skinned, a booze/pill-hound, bleeds on bathroom floors, huddles half-naked, requires extremely precise description regarding her clothes and the proximity to their skin, does not seem capable of living before/after encounter with male, endures self-loathing and suicidal thoughts as a result of abuse we may or may not get to “see”, cries and cries, may be found in a ditch, inspires condescension/pity/protective instincts/lust in the male protag, who wears a trenchcoat, ruminates, quotes philosophy, lights cigarettes, tries to talk some sense into the her, obsesses, takes a drink, has sex with the her after the her has collapsed in his arms, later finds out the her has committed suicide or been murdered, mourns and/or revenges the shit out of her previous romantic interest, smolders, leaves one red rose on grave, cleans up blood in bathroom.
i am confused about the way peopl use circle jerk as a metaphor.
i am confused about the way peopl use circle jerk as a metaphor.
take away this guy’s tool albums and he will be fine.
take away this guy’s tool albums and he will be fine.
should they use it as a pataphor?
should they use it as a pataphor?
circle jerk works in every context you want it to work
circle jerk works in every context you want it to work
…. circle jerk works great when not using it as a metaphor. When using the situation as a reality and then using the mirrors of writing to reflect all the various angles of such a situation.
It’s kind of boggling.
…. circle jerk works great when not using it as a metaphor. When using the situation as a reality and then using the mirrors of writing to reflect all the various angles of such a situation.
It’s kind of boggling.
this – this is a circle jerk
this – this is a circle jerk
Wait. Is Simon Van Booy even enough on the radar to be a stereotype? I liked The Secret Lives, but this is an honest inquiry: is there something annoying about he way the guy goes about his business?
Wait. Is Simon Van Booy even enough on the radar to be a stereotype? I liked The Secret Lives, but this is an honest inquiry: is there something annoying about he way the guy goes about his business?
I agree.
An expanding, shrinking, recurrent, spiraling, and thoroughly entertaining circle jerk.
A living, breathing, word-encrusted circle jerk that transcends the boundaries of space, time and, in some cases, identity.
I agree.
An expanding, shrinking, recurrent, spiraling, and thoroughly entertaining circle jerk.
A living, breathing, word-encrusted circle jerk that transcends the boundaries of space, time and, in some cases, identity.
well, there goes my next book
well, there goes my next book
haha – THANKyou
haha – THANKyou
feel like mosh pit is maybe a better term
feel like mosh pit is maybe a better term
Self-referential synecdoche and/or metonymy.
Self-referential synecdoche and/or metonymy.