Modernism was a series of tactics—or clever ideas (some more clever than others)—with the intention being to generate absurdities.
Logan Nygaard, A Treatise on Amusement.
What does the internet distract us from?
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
It is easier to make a person worse than to make him better. That is the key to historical decline. And it guarantees that decline.
Charles Brookland, Walking the Plank.
Therefore shall I discover thee, and
Waketh thee from dreame.
Addison Prosper, Roderigo’s Revenge. (1621)
Job: an activity that can be audited by a manager.
Clive Morrow, A Crustacean’s Dictionary.
Unless I am mistook upon’t,
That were Twelfth Night proper.
And that day were rough all round— all
gray and gruesome.
And a cold time we had of it, sir.
Addison Prosper, Roderigo’s Revenge. (1621)
“Where is the Truth found? Lying at the bottom of a well.”
Heywood Wakefield, The Humdrum Demon.
“Repudiate all prizes,” said Old Man Martens, in his gentlest voice. “And all those that give ’em.”
Stacie Knotts, Crazy Days.
“Good Lord, is it all theatre?” That was the question that Dennis posed. In his prayer. On his seventy-second birthday.
Edward Valerian, The Empire Is Maintained.
“Listen to me, Janie. Magpies are obsessed with shiny things. Just like interior decorators.”
Chase Tipton, Enjoying Prison Pizza.
