The reader becomes God, for all textual purposes. I see your eyes glazing over, so I'll hush.
From David Foster Wallace
It looks like you can write a minimalist piece without much bleeding. And you can. But not a good one.
Rap's conscious response to the poverty and oppression of U.S. blacks is like some hideous parody of sixties black pride.
The problem is that once the rules of art are debunked, and once the unpleasant realities the irony diagnoses are revealed and diagnosed, 'then' what do we do?
To be willing to sort of die in order to move the reader, somehow. Even now I'm scared about how sappy this'll look in print, saying this.
We're kind of wishing some parents would come back. And of course we're uneasy about the fact that we wish they'd come back - I mean, what's wrong with us?
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