dennis scharnberg

What is the “I” that would think?  And what is the “I” that would be?

Winston Carstairs,  Chryselephantine.

Irony is for teenagers.  Yes, for teenagers and for artists.

Rollo Marquardt,  Dwelling in the Cupcake World.

The Personal Happiness Industry.  Just try to escape it.  Go ahead!

Grace Evander-Howling,  Insidious Pathologies.

I used to say that I was embarrassed by what I saw.  But now I am afraid that “embarrassed” is simply not a strong enough word.  Alas.

Rollin Mungo,  Selected Rants of Mr. Barraclough.

The culture is all about excitement.  But the citizens display indisputable evidence of  their ongoing boredom.

Dennis W. Sylvester,  Confessions of a Moon Man.

The child gets it right, with his Why? and Why? and Why? and Why?

Reginald Ludlow,  Next to Physics.

Is anything really arbitrary?  If “X” is an arbitrary proposition, what makes it so?  That is, what are the criteria?  And can’t they be arbitrary?  And again:  criteria?

Darius Roscoe,  Regression to the Mean.

And then there is the case of Gertrude Stein.  She is the one who sought to kill the nineteenth century dead.  By means of  a paucity of commas.

Winslow Crabb,  A More Satisfactory World.

Today, “knowing” is just another form of hedonism.  We have gone full circle.  Or is it full ellipse?

Hamilton Barca,  The Black Vapor.