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.)
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
A sheer waste of time. I keep trying to find something to like but only find whimsy, frivolousness. An immensely irritating writer. Darling of The New Yorker. Though thanks to Forvo I finally, after decades of wondering, know how to pronounce his name: bar-TOL-oh-may.
Posted by Richard McNally at 3:27 PM
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