dennis scharnberg

Trite:  A word that contemporary artists pretend not to fear.

Callista Ralph,  Alphabet Soup.

The problem with the High Critical Language of the art historian:  it’s so easy to make it support utter nonsense.

Gunnar Grimes,  The Persistence of Vision.

Gap:  A space between two or more reference points.  All gaps are unbridgeable.

Clive Morrow,  A Crustacean’s Dictionary.

Here is something that I have come to regret deeply:  running out of ways to express my contempt.

Gunther Pinks,  A Paranoid’s Pitiful Propositions.

People today are too busy to reflect on anything.  Too busy noticing themselves.

Rollo Marquardt,  Living in the Cupcake World.

“I was thinking about buying a used Vespa,”  admitted Nigel.  “It’s a big step, I know.”

Grayling Stott,  An Inventory of Characters.

The corpse presented a telling sneer, now more or less permanent.  It reminded me of one of my former friends.  A leftist.  From the old days.

Victoria Salt,  A Compendium of Opening Lines.

Modernism leans too heavily on the notion that being difficult—e.g., difficult to like—is evidence of substance.

Connor Eastwicke,  Fear of the Orthogonal.

Bela Lugosi:  The strangest vowels; new and wholly unexpected consonants; and stone physical stillness.

Jeremy Breedlove,  A Sardonic View of the Movies.

“Strawberry fields forever.  Really?  Give me a break, will you?  Just a small one.”  Gareth just did not like the Beatles.  He tried so hard.  But no.

Grayling Stott,  An Inventory of Characters.