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We need to make a big one like this, and then make that into a poster.
We need to make a big one like this, and then make that into a poster.
We need to make a big one like this, and then make that into a poster.
I wish it didn’t say “How many writers does it take to screw in a light bulb?” because it was funnier w/ just the post title. I don’t mean to be mean.
I wish it didn’t say “How many writers does it take to screw in a light bulb?” because it was funnier w/ just the post title. I don’t mean to be mean.
I wish it didn’t say “How many writers does it take to screw in a light bulb?” because it was funnier w/ just the post title. I don’t mean to be mean.
itz true
itz true
itz true
hey rebekah, i removed the tagline, just to show how much a part of htmlgiant our commenters are. your readership is appreciated, and i do agree with you.
hey rebekah, i removed the tagline, just to show how much a part of htmlgiant our commenters are. your readership is appreciated, and i do agree with you.
hey rebekah, i removed the tagline, just to show how much a part of htmlgiant our commenters are. your readership is appreciated, and i do agree with you.
OMG I feel really happy about this right now. I’m going to twitter it. Because it is now freaking hysterical. Like, literally I am sitting on my couch with my feet on the coffee table and chuckles are escaping.
OMG I feel really happy about this right now. I’m going to twitter it. Because it is now freaking hysterical. Like, literally I am sitting on my couch with my feet on the coffee table and chuckles are escaping.
OMG I feel really happy about this right now. I’m going to twitter it. Because it is now freaking hysterical. Like, literally I am sitting on my couch with my feet on the coffee table and chuckles are escaping.
We play with live ammo.
We play with live ammo.
this is better.
http://www.shoptradition.com/store/blog/uploaded_images/deathrow-785146.jpg
this is better.
http://www.shoptradition.com/store/blog/uploaded_images/deathrow-785146.jpg
We play with live ammo.
this is better.
http://www.shoptradition.com/store/blog/uploaded_images/deathrow-785146.jpg
toni morrison looks pretty happy though, she must know something those dudes don’t, probably a lot
toni morrison looks pretty happy though, she must know something those dudes don’t, probably a lot
toni morrison looks pretty happy though, she must know something those dudes don’t, probably a lot
Only one went for the hands on the face? Morrison looks more plastic than happy.
Where is the pipe? Is the pipe out of fashion?
Looking into the Beyond is still in, I see. I am looking into the void!
Also, I recognize 5. But I am very not-smart. Can someone drop the full list on me, L to R, clockwise.
Only one went for the hands on the face? Morrison looks more plastic than happy.
Where is the pipe? Is the pipe out of fashion?
Looking into the Beyond is still in, I see. I am looking into the void!
Also, I recognize 5. But I am very not-smart. Can someone drop the full list on me, L to R, clockwise.
Only one went for the hands on the face? Morrison looks more plastic than happy.
Where is the pipe? Is the pipe out of fashion?
Looking into the Beyond is still in, I see. I am looking into the void!
Also, I recognize 5. But I am very not-smart. Can someone drop the full list on me, L to R, clockwise.
I’m afraid that all I can think about is where the guys’ hands might be. But I’m sick.
I’m afraid that all I can think about is where the guys’ hands might be. But I’m sick.
I’m afraid that all I can think about is where the guys’ hands might be. But I’m sick.
from bottom right: ts eliot, paul auster, toni morrison, chuck darwin, sam beckett, saul bellow, norman mailer, william burroughs
from bottom right: ts eliot, paul auster, toni morrison, chuck darwin, sam beckett, saul bellow, norman mailer, william burroughs
from bottom right: ts eliot, paul auster, toni morrison, chuck darwin, sam beckett, saul bellow, norman mailer, william burroughs
You just called Darwin Chuck?
Word.
You just called Darwin Chuck?
Word.
You just called Darwin Chuck?
Word.
Top to bottom, left to right:
Charles Darwin: made sure we didn’t get too full of ourselves.
Samuel Beckett: made sure he never got too full of himself so that we might understand this subtle concept: fail better.
Toni Morrison: Nobel Prize winning American novelist (happy to be at Princeton for many years).
Saul Bellow: Nobel Prize winning American novelist (short work is better than his long work.
Norman Mailer: full of himself (but in that charismatic, sweet sort of misogynist way).
William S. Burroughs: full of many many substances and a fierce heart.
Paul Auster: even prettier than his hero, Beckett, but half the writer.
T.S. Eliot: escaped St. Louis but couldn’t escape Ezra Pound.
Top to bottom, left to right:
Charles Darwin: made sure we didn’t get too full of ourselves.
Samuel Beckett: made sure he never got too full of himself so that we might understand this subtle concept: fail better.
Toni Morrison: Nobel Prize winning American novelist (happy to be at Princeton for many years).
Saul Bellow: Nobel Prize winning American novelist (short work is better than his long work.
Norman Mailer: full of himself (but in that charismatic, sweet sort of misogynist way).
William S. Burroughs: full of many many substances and a fierce heart.
Paul Auster: even prettier than his hero, Beckett, but half the writer.
T.S. Eliot: escaped St. Louis but couldn’t escape Ezra Pound.
Top to bottom, left to right:
Charles Darwin: made sure we didn’t get too full of ourselves.
Samuel Beckett: made sure he never got too full of himself so that we might understand this subtle concept: fail better.
Toni Morrison: Nobel Prize winning American novelist (happy to be at Princeton for many years).
Saul Bellow: Nobel Prize winning American novelist (short work is better than his long work.
Norman Mailer: full of himself (but in that charismatic, sweet sort of misogynist way).
William S. Burroughs: full of many many substances and a fierce heart.
Paul Auster: even prettier than his hero, Beckett, but half the writer.
T.S. Eliot: escaped St. Louis but couldn’t escape Ezra Pound.
Jimmy beat me to it before I refreshed and was smart enough not to stupidly editorialize…
Jimmy beat me to it before I refreshed and was smart enough not to stupidly editorialize…
Jimmy beat me to it before I refreshed and was smart enough not to stupidly editorialize…
cute. funny, too… such a classic darwin mugshot, why did I think dostoevsky?
cute. funny, too… such a classic darwin mugshot, why did I think dostoevsky?
cute. funny, too… such a classic darwin mugshot, why did I think dostoevsky?
Auster, like Morrison, is still living, and from everything I know about him, he works hard as a writer (has many discerning fans) and is a thoroughly decent guy. I’m just over-vinegared today.
Auster, like Morrison, is still living, and from everything I know about him, he works hard as a writer (has many discerning fans) and is a thoroughly decent guy. I’m just over-vinegared today.
Auster, like Morrison, is still living, and from everything I know about him, he works hard as a writer (has many discerning fans) and is a thoroughly decent guy. I’m just over-vinegared today.
very nice, esp. auster (sure, arguably half beckett, but have you read the latest novel?) and eliot (the face I didn’t recognize… not counting Darwin, who I still say is Dostoevsky).
very nice, esp. auster (sure, arguably half beckett, but have you read the latest novel?) and eliot (the face I didn’t recognize… not counting Darwin, who I still say is Dostoevsky).
very nice, esp. auster (sure, arguably half beckett, but have you read the latest novel?) and eliot (the face I didn’t recognize… not counting Darwin, who I still say is Dostoevsky).
Yes. Invisible is among Auster’s better work (I like when he plays with time). But besides that, I’ve only read The New York Trilogy, Mr. Vertigo, and Timbuktu—so I should keep my mouth shut.
Dostoevsky, from the few photos available, was pastier looking, but unsurprisingly, one can still see the intensity in his eyes.
Yes. Invisible is among Auster’s better work (I like when he plays with time). But besides that, I’ve only read The New York Trilogy, Mr. Vertigo, and Timbuktu—so I should keep my mouth shut.
Dostoevsky, from the few photos available, was pastier looking, but unsurprisingly, one can still see the intensity in his eyes.
Yes. Invisible is among Auster’s better work (I like when he plays with time). But besides that, I’ve only read The New York Trilogy, Mr. Vertigo, and Timbuktu—so I should keep my mouth shut.
Dostoevsky, from the few photos available, was pastier looking, but unsurprisingly, one can still see the intensity in his eyes.
I take all of these people seriously with the exception of Norman Mailer. He was a buffoon.
I take all of these people seriously with the exception of Norman Mailer. He was a buffoon.
I take all of these people seriously with the exception of Norman Mailer. He was a buffoon.
The Executioner’s Song is incredible.
The Executioner’s Song is incredible.
The Executioner’s Song is incredible.
Lawrence Schiller.
Lawrence Schiller.
Lawrence Schiller.
Mailer is not a buffoon. I’d read Mailer over Auster any day.
Mailer is not a buffoon. I’d read Mailer over Auster any day.
Mailer is not a buffoon. I’d read Mailer over Auster any day.
Well, if he’s not a buffoon, then he’s something close to it. I’d say his movies, his run for Mayor, his stabbing of his wife, his string-pulling to have a certified psychopath turned loose on the streets of Manhattan (and the inevitable result coming sooner than most expected), and Ancient Evenings qualifies as something related a buffoon. He was a perpetually sozzled pussyhound whose tortured syntax conveyed a view of life that could be boiled down to “Moustache Rides – 25 cents.”
Well, if he’s not a buffoon, then he’s something close to it. I’d say his movies, his run for Mayor, his stabbing of his wife, his string-pulling to have a certified psychopath turned loose on the streets of Manhattan (and the inevitable result coming sooner than most expected), and Ancient Evenings qualifies as something related a buffoon. He was a perpetually sozzled pussyhound whose tortured syntax conveyed a view of life that could be boiled down to “Moustache Rides – 25 cents.”
Well, if he’s not a buffoon, then he’s something close to it. I’d say his movies, his run for Mayor, his stabbing of his wife, his string-pulling to have a certified psychopath turned loose on the streets of Manhattan (and the inevitable result coming sooner than most expected), and Ancient Evenings qualifies as something related a buffoon. He was a perpetually sozzled pussyhound whose tortured syntax conveyed a view of life that could be boiled down to “Moustache Rides – 25 cents.”
Post Office by Norman Mailer, i’d read that
Post Office by Norman Mailer, i’d read that
Post Office by Norman Mailer, i’d read that
Well, mixing his personal life and his words is weak. Sartre a buffoon, Churchill a buffoon, Plath, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Faulkner obviously a buffoon, etc.
His syntax isn’t tortured to me. Yes, he wrote a mixed bag, but, in my 2 cents, Naked and the Dead, Harlot’s ghost, Executioner’s Song, and The Armies of the Night are in no way sozzled. I would wish to be so sozzled.
He was also a cultural critic, for right and wrong (and he was often wrong), but many novelists today could follow suit. He spoke about issues of the day. He didn’t keep his head down.
The Mustache Ride comment is ridiculous. Sorry if you dismiss authors who fuck. You’re going to have a pretty slim list.
Well, mixing his personal life and his words is weak. Sartre a buffoon, Churchill a buffoon, Plath, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Faulkner obviously a buffoon, etc.
His syntax isn’t tortured to me. Yes, he wrote a mixed bag, but, in my 2 cents, Naked and the Dead, Harlot’s ghost, Executioner’s Song, and The Armies of the Night are in no way sozzled. I would wish to be so sozzled.
He was also a cultural critic, for right and wrong (and he was often wrong), but many novelists today could follow suit. He spoke about issues of the day. He didn’t keep his head down.
The Mustache Ride comment is ridiculous. Sorry if you dismiss authors who fuck. You’re going to have a pretty slim list.
shane jones a balloon
shane jones a balloon
shane jones a balloon
I don’t dismiss authors who fuck. I dismiss authors who do nothing but. If Mailer had spent a little more time revising his work and less time trying to act as if writing was but one of the ten pennies in his pocket I might be able to get past the fact that he writes in a voice that sounds like a rapist interested in post-coital snuggletime. And really, he was not an original thinker. He was Aleister Crowley with pretentions. Deer Park, An American Dream, and Ancient Evenings are three of the work books I have ever forced myself to read (“Mailer is great, Mailer is great, Mailer is great”). And the whole Jack Abbott Affair, once I really delved into it, read Belly of the Beast, clued me into the fact that no one bought Mailer’s bullshit as much as Mailer. Was he confident? yes. Was he prolific? Yes. I’m just not sure what he contributed to American letters other than the idea that Norman Mailer was an important writer.
I don’t dismiss authors who fuck. I dismiss authors who do nothing but. If Mailer had spent a little more time revising his work and less time trying to act as if writing was but one of the ten pennies in his pocket I might be able to get past the fact that he writes in a voice that sounds like a rapist interested in post-coital snuggletime. And really, he was not an original thinker. He was Aleister Crowley with pretentions. Deer Park, An American Dream, and Ancient Evenings are three of the work books I have ever forced myself to read (“Mailer is great, Mailer is great, Mailer is great”). And the whole Jack Abbott Affair, once I really delved into it, read Belly of the Beast, clued me into the fact that no one bought Mailer’s bullshit as much as Mailer. Was he confident? yes. Was he prolific? Yes. I’m just not sure what he contributed to American letters other than the idea that Norman Mailer was an important writer.
I don’t dismiss authors who fuck. I dismiss authors who do nothing but. If Mailer had spent a little more time revising his work and less time trying to act as if writing was but one of the ten pennies in his pocket I might be able to get past the fact that he writes in a voice that sounds like a rapist interested in post-coital snuggletime. And really, he was not an original thinker. He was Aleister Crowley with pretentions. Deer Park, An American Dream, and Ancient Evenings are three of the work books I have ever forced myself to read (“Mailer is great, Mailer is great, Mailer is great”). And the whole Jack Abbott Affair, once I really delved into it, read Belly of the Beast, clued me into the fact that no one bought Mailer’s bullshit as much as Mailer. Was he confident? yes. Was he prolific? Yes. I’m just not sure what he contributed to American letters other than the idea that Norman Mailer was an important writer.
OK, 3 books explains it.
Let’s move on. Not sure how he is prolific but did “nothing but” have sex.
It just seems an author has a weakness and we dismiss his/her work. I’d like to see an opposite model. Can we find a gem/glow in every author, since all are flawed. All.
OK, 3 books explains it.
Let’s move on. Not sure how he is prolific but did “nothing but” have sex.
It just seems an author has a weakness and we dismiss his/her work. I’d like to see an opposite model. Can we find a gem/glow in every author, since all are flawed. All.
OK, 3 books explains it.
Let’s move on. Not sure how he is prolific but did “nothing but” have sex.
It just seems an author has a weakness and we dismiss his/her work. I’d like to see an opposite model. Can we find a gem/glow in every author, since all are flawed. All.
Didn’t Mailer launch the Village Voice? Didn’t the Voice launch a thousand alternative weeklies?
Didn’t Mailer launch the Village Voice? Didn’t the Voice launch a thousand alternative weeklies?
Didn’t Mailer launch the Village Voice? Didn’t the Voice launch a thousand alternative weeklies?
@Blake Butler: Man, in high school, I found The Executioner’s Song and I started reading that bastard and couldn’t believe this thing. I didn’t know what it was exactly. It wasn’t In Cold Blood. It wasn’t fiction. It wasn’t non-fiction. It was this sudden melding and my brain, my brain… I got to the last 200 pages or so (or 100, can’t remember exactly), then someone stole it or I lost it somehow (after having borrowed it from the college library for three years) and now I can’t get my hands on a copy. I think about that book constantly. He made me want to read and finish Musashi, which I did.
@Blake Butler: Man, in high school, I found The Executioner’s Song and I started reading that bastard and couldn’t believe this thing. I didn’t know what it was exactly. It wasn’t In Cold Blood. It wasn’t fiction. It wasn’t non-fiction. It was this sudden melding and my brain, my brain… I got to the last 200 pages or so (or 100, can’t remember exactly), then someone stole it or I lost it somehow (after having borrowed it from the college library for three years) and now I can’t get my hands on a copy. I think about that book constantly. He made me want to read and finish Musashi, which I did.
@Blake Butler: Man, in high school, I found The Executioner’s Song and I started reading that bastard and couldn’t believe this thing. I didn’t know what it was exactly. It wasn’t In Cold Blood. It wasn’t fiction. It wasn’t non-fiction. It was this sudden melding and my brain, my brain… I got to the last 200 pages or so (or 100, can’t remember exactly), then someone stole it or I lost it somehow (after having borrowed it from the college library for three years) and now I can’t get my hands on a copy. I think about that book constantly. He made me want to read and finish Musashi, which I did.
indeed it was. every time i hear about any execution i think of the book
indeed it was. every time i hear about any execution i think of the book
indeed it was. every time i hear about any execution i think of the book
yo any decent library has this book out. FINISH IT! SWEEP THE LEG!
yo any decent library has this book out. FINISH IT! SWEEP THE LEG!
yo any decent library has this book out. FINISH IT! SWEEP THE LEG!