Modernism has always been about the artist. What is he thinking? What is he feeling? What is he seeing? The artwork itself stood as a sort of “proof.”
Crispin Trove, The Viewer as Pest.
The aphorism is not an opinion or an argument. It is a projectile.
Nathaniel Bumppo, The Final Word.
Since video is so simple, why not record every moment for the rest of your life? Perhaps someone in posterity will want to spend his life in viewing it all.
Cedric Plumm, My Name Is Cynthia.
About halfway through The Thin Man I knew all there was to know about Myrna Loy’s shoulder blades.
Jeremy Breedlove, A Sardonic View of the Movies.
the Wright side of history
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
“Yes, Janice, I am secretive. That’s because when I neglect being secretive I always end up being bitterly disappointed.”
Ralston Dowd, A Spot of Bother.
“It just seems to me,” said William, “that we ought to be able to talk about a football match without using the term iteration.”
Charles Jeffrey Yett, Writing in Miniature—Vol. 3.
“But I don’t want an audience, Birdie. Not even a small one. Better dead than read! That’s what I say.”
Myrtle Mawby, Cabinets and Drawers, a Novel.
Lennonism.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
asp ire
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
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