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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Thursday, June 22, 2017
Echo's Bones (Narrative)
Can language be more stilted, pretentious, pompous?
A perfect text to hate-read. And the contrast it presents to the famed trilogy, particularly to The Unnamable, is remarkable, leading to an unavoidable question, The same dude wrote both of these?
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