W. Kandinsky: "There are no 'musts' in art." T.S. Eliot: "There is no freedom in art." Dostoievski character, after the ancient Middle East epigram: "Everything is permitted." (R-rated weblog. Since one has been advised there is no Literature anymore, or even literature, only writing, one proceeds on the premise that this weblog qualifies as not-meaningless, since it is, or appears to be, a form of "writing." Image: Banksy.)
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Saturday, April 5, 2008
Bronx Gangsters Claim Victim
I'm ready to tear my hair out, all these gangsters and their vendettas and their tough-guy talk, it's driving me up the wall, it must be because it's the end of the week and I'm out of juice--if I have to listen to one more threat I'm gonna freak. I need a weekend off. During which of course I will watch more gangster DVDs. Anyway, at his low point, where the protag is supposed to experience a dark night of the soul and total hopelessness, he starts shouting at the top of the lungs . . . wtf?!!!?
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Maybe cause their souls are deaf?
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