It’s still modernism. It’s still rubbish. It is what we are stuck with.
Ellison Malmo, Hypertrophy and Decline in the Visual Arts.
Can we escape an actual crisis by redefining words?
Randolph Jute, The Prime Numbers.
—Is this parody, or just stupidity?
—Those words were written by a journalist, Mr. Wainwright. You know it can’t be stupidity.
Brendan Shaughnessy, Lobsters and Clams—A Novel.
Reality: an escape from politics.
Callista Ralph, Alphabet Soup.
Can anything that is factual be interesting?
Tanner Faust, A Scrapbook of Impertinent Interrogatives.
[Sometimes] the constraints on an ideology operate only on a structural level—for example, whether there are complete sentences.
Hilbert Kaasa, Designing Arguments.
—I’m sorry, Inspector, but it’s all just a blur to me.
—That’s all right, Mrs. Hitchens. Some things are a blur.
Hilary Fewkes, The Banality Killings.
What do we lack? A vocabulary of self-restraint. What do we possess? A vocabulary of blame.
Winston Joyce, Bovine Egalitarianism and Other Essays.
“Fact” belongs on the solemn list of Unfamiliar Words.
Octavius Kinder, A Sustainable Unhappiness.
Quantity is quality.
Terence Theodore, Proverbs for a New Era.
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