dennis scharnberg

Ours is a mediated culture.  We don’t deserve traditions.

Desmond Urquhart,  The Unsocial Sciences.

The pop song—any pop song—is in need of a punchline.

Arlie Kahoots,  Recollections of a Very Merry Prankster.

Language permits this:  “very lovely” is a very lovely phrase.  But language does not dissolve because of this.

Daniel Brasso,  The Infinite Regress.

The problem with sentiment is:  What do we attach it to?  Who will tell us this?

Hampton Fancher,  Variations on the Red-Barn Con.

November 2, 2007.  Rally round the worst word of all:  same.

                                             Reginald Boyington,  Dear Dreadful Diary.

My prayer on a frozen day went like this:  “Please let the lights come back on, Lord.  That way, I can stop having thoughts.”

Tate LaBianca, Four and Twenty Blackbirds.

At the spur of the moment, I think zigzag.  Only later do I straighten out my thoughts.

Lawrence Rittle, The Fundamentals of Confusion.

We do not know the world anymore.  We have long since devoted ourselves to images.  And here’s the grabber: We do not know images either.

Thomas Bedlam, Jackdaws and the Problem of Speech.

Living:   relentless distraction.

Internet:   silly little kids.

Callista Ralph,  Alphabet Soup.