Man lost his humanity at approximately that same point in history as cuspidors were becoming less common in saloons and other public spaces. A case of correlation, this, or causation? One can’t say for sure. With regard to the latter possibility, however, a notable point: the absence of that particular receptacle prevented gentlemen from spitting in disgust at the sight or mention of an atrocity.
I’m wary of anyone who describes himself as a storyteller. Like a colonial power, he exploits a natural resource — in this case, the inconsequential events which compose life itself — to an end he mistakenly and fiercely regards as virtuous.
My inability to conceive of the best-case scenario is a product of limited reason; the worst-case scenario, of limited imagination.
The writers of Two and a Half Men and the aesthetic disciples of Jorie Graham, while probably unfamiliar with each other’s work, both traffic in the same vocation — namely, as Purveyors of Tedium.
Three possible improvements to the work of Jorie Graham:
- A Jorie Graham poem with a laugh track.
- A Jorie Graham poem written in front of a live studio audience.
- A Jorie Graham poem closed captioned for the hearing impaired.
Jorie Graham’s poems, by virtue of their obscurity, necessarily keep the reader at arm’s length. Practically speaking, this isn’t a problem: the discerning reader will inevitably choose to stand much further away.
This child’s sense of wonder is infectious, and also so are his scabies.
The problem with the critic is that, after drinking the blood of Christ, his inclination is merely to offer a taste profile.
Exercise is the sort of endeavor one is glad to have performed in the past — rather, that is, than to be performing at the moment. With intercouse, it’s frequently the opposite.