I previously wrote a post about the homeless people who live in my town. Here’s a policy question: in providing overnight shelter for homeless people, is the city government establishing a codependency relationship that enables the homeless to continue whatever lifestyle choices they’re making that keep them homeless? In order to minimize codependency, is it good policy to insist that no individual or family can stay more than 90 nights in the overnight shelter over the course of the year? Is it good policy to close the overnight shelter during the summer in order to encourage the homeless to use their initiative to fend for themselves? Is this still a good policy even though the empty shelter remains fully staffed all summer, and even though the city has made it illegal to sleep outdoors on public property? To limit codependency still further, is it best practice to close the shelter during the daytime in order to force the homeless people to get off their asses and out the door, looking for jobs and houses or even something to eat rather than just hanging around at the shelter all day — even if these people have to haul all of their worldly possessions around with them wherever they go? Is it good policy to extend longer-term shelter only to those homeless people who are demonstrably on the path to having their own private homes; i.e., who have a job or other source of income to pay the rent, who are not substance dependent, who are not too impaired (cognitively, emotionally, or physically) to take care of their own home?
I didn’t think so.
On the face of it, the codependency argument seems fatuous. As far as I know, neither the city government nor the homeless shelter can offer any tangible empirical evidence supporting their position. Isn’t it far more likely that the city government, acting on behalf of local businesses and homeowners, intends to make it as hard as possible for homeless people to stay in this town? I guess it’s no longer cool to have the police rough them up a little, then give them one-way bus tickets out of town.
Ktismatics 
As far as I know, neither the city government nor the homeless shelter can offer any tangible empirical evidence supporting their position.
Usually, from my experience, these political debates are largely framed by pre-existing political ideologies. It would be interesting to see what might happen if the debate were framed in terms of “tangible empirical evidence” regarding codependency. If such a debate took place, and people stuck to scientifically verifiable positions, then maybe better strategies could be developed. The reasons for homelessness vary widely. There are people who are mentally ill and people who simply took some financial hard luck and simply need a place to stay and a new economic opportunity. It seems as though a discussion centered on empirical evidence would have more chance to succeed in developing intelligent strategies for the diverse conditions that give rise to homelessness.
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Certainly two leading causes of homelessness these days are: (1) losing your job so you can’t pay the rent/mortgage, and consequently (2) having the lender foreclose on your mortgage and repossessing your house. According to the data there has been no major bump in people living on the street since the foreclosure boom and the doubling of unemployment. It’s been suggested that homelessness is a “lagging indicator”: people first exhaust all possible resources — spend savings, live temporarily with family and friends — before they wind up on the street. If that’s the case, then the homelessness rate is likely to surge soon.
I don’t see the city government deciding to put homeless people into foreclosed houses that are sitting empty during the current real estate bust. Presumably the city government offers tax breaks to businesses that set up shop here in town. Businesses bring jobs, jobs bring home buyers, home ownership brings property taxes that go into the city government coffers. But what about when those same companies lay off local workers — should they lose tax breaks commensurately?
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Another example of how government (via the public’s tax revenues) subsidize business making profits but then have to take the hit (layoffs, bailouts, etc.) when businesses are in trouble. Because of this double standard, we (the U.S.) really don’t practice a true capitalism and never have.
It will be interesting to see what happens if we see more and more homeless people on the streets. I have heard that technically people are homeless if they don’t have a home; that is, if they are staying with friends and family, they are still categorized as homeless.
Oh, and one more thing. I think that the President has taken measures to keep people in their homes. I’m not sure to what extent, but it does seem as though efforts have been made at the federal level.
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I’ve read this too, Erdman, and I wonder what tangible measures have been implemented by the administration for keeping people in their homes. When the federal government bailed out the mortgage bankers, they could have insisted that the banks reduce the mortgage to the current market value of the property. This didn’t happen — obviously in so doing the banks would have had to mark down the value of their assets, which would have put most of them technically into bankruptcy. Or the feds could have nationalized the mortgage banks, or taken majority ownership of the bank stock, thereby protecting the home mortgage holders from foreclosure. Obviously they didn’t do that either.
The main protection I know of is this: If the bank doesn’t foreclose, then it keeps the mortgaged house on its books at its original appraised value. If the bank forecloses and sells the house, it will likely receive less than the appraised value. This difference between appraisal price and sale price goes on the bank’s books as a loss. If the bank sells a lot of houses for a loss, the bank looks like it’s going broke. Because the feds floated a lot of money to the banks, they can stay afloat even without selling their inventory of houses for a loss. Consequently the banks can wait until real estate market recovers and then sell — at which point foreclosure rates will jump again.
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Yes. I think that these “short sales” have kept the housing market moving and allowed people to get out of mortgages that are too much for them. I agree with you, though, I would have liked to see the administration (during the bailout) come down more firmly to protect the average homeowner.
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As for Dejan – he does stalk and he does deliberately threaten people’s privacy when he’s called out on it. That’s the last I’m gonna say about him.
Eloise allow me to answer this *#@*@*tch before the comment boxes are closed.
If there’s anything that can insult me, then it’s this moralizing, Puritanical, censoring reprimand, coming from that strand of Marxists who claim to be anti-Puritanical, anti-moralizing, and anti-censorship.
You can see this hypocrite’s soiled underwear underneath all his libertarian posturing, just like you can see black lingerie underneath Chabert’s auntie’s corset. These are both at heart
Victorian conservatives, and their ”leftist judgment” is really just oppression. The only thing they deserve is ZIZEK.
Since when and under what law is parodying public figures, who have aliases on the internet, ”stalking”? And by the way, why can’t ”stalking” be transformed into an art form, just like anything else?
And add to that the immense enjoyment of the parody targets – from the Impostume across dr. Sinthome to Jodi Dean – who have silently acknowledged the parody for several years – and enjoyed it
even more when Illegal Dances joined the bandwagon – in what sense are they being ”stalked” if they consciously and deliberately accept their own stalking?
But even if under shady conditions we accept this unlikely possibility, then Miss Wayne should be having tens of thousands of lawsuits up her ***ss simply for stalking David Lynch, persistently,
in several venues, and in conspiracy with other stalkers, using irrational and subjective arguments in the guise of political-social criticism, or simply yelling to grab attention for herself.
If this sort of wermin is allowed to distribute, we’ll soon be talking Prohibition-era censorship on the internets.
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Yes, C of P, I’ve reopened the Illusionist thread, to which you’re responding here. Thank you for your contribution.
I would like to confess that, in high school, I used to stalk a girl on whom I had a crush. This stalking consisted largely of stopping by her house in the summertime, chatting with her through her fence as she sunned herself in her bikini, writing her name on stop signs I came across on my way home, and fantasizing about her the rest of the day. Whether she resented or welcomed my attentions I do not know, so maybe it wasn’t really stalking after all. It was just unrequited passion.
I don’t regard public parody as stalking. I regard private persistent unwelcome attention as stalking. Of course this sort of stalking in and of itself isn’t illegal, and I suppose it can be an art form. Crime too can be an art form, as we’ve seen in many movies, but that doesn’t make it any less a crime. And I support the “sluts night out” or whatever it’s called, when women protest the contention that they’re “asking for it” by dressing provocatively. They might be asking for attention, and even lustful fantasies, but they’re not asking to be attacked. And even if someone does fantasize about being assaulted, this fantasy is no justification for actually perpetrating the assault.
And that, as they say, is the last I’m gonna say about that.
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What she’s really upset about is that I tend to laugh, make fun of things, make things less serious. She can’t do that. She can only drown her sorrow in cheap wine. So she gets jealous, and paranoid –
she thinks she’s so famous, everybody must be stalking her. And she’s very narcissistic, like Chabert. If you don’t agree on one single point, she immediately projects you into an enemy of the state.
She knows, of course, that I need her cooperation, for the show. The parody is interactive. So what she’s doing now is she’s withdrawing her support in order to ruin my business.
But she won’t last long. She needs bile too much.
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I see I’ve ‘touched a noive’.
As for narcissism – it’s nice that you’ve finally said something that made me laugh. Now try and work out the difference between ‘parody’ and ‘irony’.
I had a stalker once – nothing dangerous really. But they tended to mention the same three or four things they knew about me over and over again, as though it would work as some hypnotic mantra, and assume that was enough evidence of their importance to my life. Or if they saw me talking to the mailman or something think that they must be my best friend and we were (obviously) talking about them. The best way to offend them – and get rid of them – was to cruelly dismiss their favourite band, film or whatever. Or beat them up.
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I love it when people start instructing the Parody Center on the proper use of the term “parody.” I remember Anthony Paul Smith (isn’t that his name, the theologian?) teaching a master class in this subject once. As I recall the main pupil received a failing grade.
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That’s just plain frightful use of Affirmative Action at its most egregious. Who said there weren’t Equal Opportunity Employers and fully-evolved non-meritocracies?
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I happened to click onto The Last Psychiatrist when he was going on about how people misunderstand narcissism. It’s typically thought that the narcissist has a massive ego and cares only about his/her own self. The Last Psy follows Heinz Kohut, who contends that a big ego is precisely what the narcissist lacks. Having never internalized any kind of self-approval, the narcissist continually seeks attention and approval from others. The Parody Center surely provides the attention; what it withholds is the approval — except to a select few. I’m not sure what Kohut would say about the person who hasn’t internalized self-disapproval and so must seek disapproval from others. Is this a masochistic variant of narcissism? Probably: punitive attention from others at least confirms one’s existence in the other’s eyes.
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I read Kohut somewhere in the freshman year of my psychology study. I think his observation about narcissism is supported by the clinically observable fact that pathological narcissists tend to ”decompensate”
that is to say get into psychotic states of confusion and anger, where their self cohesion collapses completely. It is quite logical that such a decomponsition would be the consequence of a very fragile
sense of self.
But I think what the Last Psychiatrist doesn’t explain is that the Psychology Today article doesn’t ever take into account the social pressure, the necessity of being a narcissist, in order to survive the meat market
at work. The capitalism behind the story is ”overlooked”. Instead, you get a kind of a harmless abstract reprimand, that you should ”pay more attention to your neighbour” or ”be less self-preoccupied”, which is the
implicit message of the article. They’re basically blaming YOU, and in this way solidifying the neoliberal mantra of individualism.
Every time your employer expects you to look great, be young, dress nicely, not smoke, et cetera, he is referring to narcissistic self-images, not to any human reality.
This was sort of the subject of Mary Harron’s excellent adaptation of AMERICAN PSYCHO, where she showed that his insane narcissism is quite de rigeur in the social context he’s occupying. And this was
also to a great degree the subject of SERBIAN FILM.
The Last Psychiatrist by the way shall be referred to as the Last Narcissist in further correspondence; he’s just as full of GAS as Warszawa Klein.
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It’s interesting that TLP often points out how the market so effectively manipulates this chronic narcissism. Like the way people believe themselves ‘special’ or ‘stars of their own movie’ and cling to products that can enhance this delusion – cult movies, David Lynch, ‘extreme’ cinema etc. Teething dummies drenched in blood, because narcissism needs some outlet for its sociopathic urges in adulthood. The real world’s too scary to accommodate these urges, so entertainment products gain totemic value. Little fetish objects to hold onto in a perpuetual toddler stage.
Like poo-ing your pants and enjoying the status this earns you because mommy has to clean it up. Some people do it with blogs, or trying to generate feuds for so they can sit at the centre of it and feel like its bum-wipe time all over again. A little giggle as you watch adults hold their nose and dispose of your mess. Get told you’re a naughty boy with a benevolent smile and a hug (no-one can hurt me, really!). TLP also pointed out how stalkers can never be reasoned with, because their narcissism is so crucial to their sense of self, that they even take being ignored as a message explicitly addressed to them. They’re so interesting and special that they MUST be an endless source of fascination. Even “go away” is a victory of personality for them.
But I digress – can’t imagine why all this comes to mind right now…
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I’ve read The Last Psy only sporadically. Did you see Adam Curtis’s Century of the Self? Pretty good I thought.
It’s not necessarily babyish to expect the society to be a source of nurturance or support, or even of chastisement. Children who don’t have adequate nurturance from their parents tend to project this need onto fetish objects, to the point of reducing other people as objects of self-affirmation. Contemporary neolib culture puts forward the self-sufficient adult individual as the ideal, but this might be a way of promoting the narcissism of self-absorption and the accumulation of fetishes while avoiding ever developing anything like mature subjectivity and agency.
But sure, I hear you about annoying people who do it just to get a rise out of you.
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Century of the Self was fascinating stuff – especially how Freudian notions were applied so effectively to PR (via the same family too). But yeah, neoliberal economics pushes narcissism to a hegemonic degree. Even those who aren’t inclined that way are steamrollered into it, with many strange side effects. So even closely-knit subcultures or political groups can implode under that self-absorption, and of course families too. It see a lot of people who are naturally ‘communal’, but that pressure to maintain narcissism can drag them into very unhealthy directions. Sometimes they can only find a sense of belonging in sharing bad habits or criminal activities.
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This thread somehow coincided with the death of Amy Winehouse, which I just heard about. I wasn’t very interested in Amy until I heard ”Back To Black”, which is an incredible song; and of course her failed performance in Belgrade drew my attention to the whole story of self-abuse and rehab et cetera. You could say that Amy’s behavior was narcissistic in the sense you describe above, projecting her need onto fetish objects, but I think it was in fact a piercing diagnosis of society’s narcissism.
But this has nothing to do with Warszawa Klein and the Last Narcissist’s POLICING of the blawgosphere, and the deeply Stalinist impulse behind their fervent critical rhetoric. That’s just old-school Soviet authoritarianism.
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“To get a rise out of you” — interesting Freudian connotations to that idiom…
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So now TLP is part of the sinister blog conspiracy against your toilet training and DVD collection? How exactly would two guys ‘police’ half a billion blogs? I can barely police my own.
I take it you have no interest in a performer unless they’re in tragically failing health? This only applies to female ones, I presume?
That’s the seventh time I’ve been called ‘Stalinist’ in the past 24 hours (never before BTW). Is it a full moon or something?
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There’s a book on my shelf, written by Christopher Lasch and published in 1979, entitled The Culture of Narcissism: American Life in an Age of Diminishing Expectations . As I recall I wasn’t as happy with the book as I’d hoped, but here’s a random quote from pp. 50-51:
Narcissism appears realistically to represent the best way of coping with the tensions and anxieties of modern life, and the prevailing social conditions therefore tend to bring out narcissistic traits that are present, in varying degrees, in everyone…
The modern parent’s attempt to make the children feel loved and wanted does not conceal an underlying coolness — the remoteness of those who have little to pass on to the next generation and who in any case give priority to their own right to self-fulfillment. The combination of emotional detachment with attempts to convince a child of his favored position in the family is a good prescription for a narcissistic personality structure…
The perception of the world as a dangerous and forbidding place, though it originates in a realistic awareness of the insecurity of contemporary social life, receives reinforcement from the narcissistic projection of aggressive impulses outward. The belief that society has no future, while ti rests on a certain realism about the dangers ahead, also incorporates a narcissistic inability to identify with posterity or to feel oneself part of the historical stream…
Although the narcissist conforms to social norms for fear of external retribution, he often thinks of himself as an outlaw and sees others in the same way, as basically dishonest and unreliable, or only reliable because of external pressures.
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John, I see you are teaching a Special Sophisticated Vacation Bible School Class as ‘penance’. I actually think you had done the right thing–the ‘magical capture’ of a slippery fraud is not nothing, even if it did originate in the ongoing mutual disapproval of your pet ‘initials person’ and myself. Of course, I think ‘NB’ is just Robin, and will do so from here to eternity.
Dominic recommended tumblr for my new IDNYC bleug, which I can only half get started. I’ve got a title but can’t post photos, but I’m sure it won’t take much time. Fiendish hot here, and this causes minor accidents to happen. On the other hand, my Swede and I have become lovely friends, sharing a deep fondness for Almond :Paste. So much for ‘Culinary Materialism’ (you’ll notice I didn’t respond to your quotes of the Regastanis’ food musings, and I am not going to!)
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I’ve seen a couple of Tumblrs but know nothing really about them or how they differ from other formats. I too love almond paste.
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How exactly would two guys ‘police’ half a billion blogs? I can barely police my own.
Oh shut yer mouth you know what I’m talking about. You’re full of aspiration to ”correct the world”, and apply mental hygiene on everyone except yourself. Meanwhile, you keep drinking, only you don’t have Amy Winehouse’s guts to go all the way and die in your own pool of vomit. You’re really the ideal assistant womyn for that Parisian Al Quaida collaborator, or maybe you could even shoot for senior assistant womyn now that Anodyne Elite isn’t with us anymore? Make sure you emphasize alcoholism on the CV, Missuz likes that a lot. Hell I’ll even write you a recommendation letter!
Eloise I tended not to notice Winehouse because she constantly gave me the impression of Lana Turner in IMITATION OF LIFE, a white singer wanting to be black, and that’s always sort of boring. I always think why not just put Etta James on? But then one afternoon I was listening to the song ”Back To Black”, and suddenly filled with such…regret.. it was completely raw and direct. There’s a few brief closeups of her tormented face in the video, and you go, like, WOW. Then I got the album, and in a matter of days was completely hooked on it. She also has something of the Patsy Stone (Joanna Lumley) character in Ab Fab, due to the beehive hairdo, which makes her even more irresistible.
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If gnats could talk, this is the babble we’d be hearing…
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“You’re full of aspiration to ”correct the world”, and apply mental hygiene on everyone except yourself.”
You’ve completely taken leave of your senses. I swore I’d never speak to you even here, but here one might ask you if you’d looked in the mirror recently. And surely you liked what you saw…Because the above is ALL you do, and all you have done, with your endless lacanianisms which are all meant to cause pain: And they are NOT meant to cause ‘healing from the pain’ even as shock therapy primitivo of the 50s was. they are meant to provide further opportunities for you to CAUSE pain, which you do when possible. That’s why you have this mealy-mouthed Concern Troll who tries to be ‘all things to one tranny’, and sometimes writes a funny post, as about the Pynchon references and the ‘baby erectiilisms’, but otherwise you’ve written the perfect sentence to describe the way you go about things. But even if Wayne DID just ‘want to correct the world’, and say, that doesn’t sound so realistic, at least one would believe that he really did want to. When you talk about ‘saving the world through David Lynch subversion’, anyone knows you don’t want to save anything but your chafing at the bit to write something about the poor, misunderstood Norwegian, who would actually have accomplished something with his massacre had he been of Serbian mongrel ancestry, but instead is a mere caricature of the ‘Hitler-youth Schutzstaffeln-aspirant’.. Then you draw these inane pictures of you and your lacanian, who also ‘doesn’t want happiness’ if he’s got any more luxuries than anybody else (riggghht: That’s why he’s in Dauphin Island troughing, and when you ‘cook enchilada’, by the way, you do not stir it in a mixing bowl like a cake, although you did rather look like Joan Crawford in the mouth in one of the drawings–she was into ‘business sex’ too, and I don’t mean ‘rentboy’ in your case either. . You’ve never ONCE admitted you were wrong about anything. And Wayne did beat your troll’s ass. If he wants to date Arpege, that’s HIS mother’s business, to paraphrase Hermione Gingold in ‘The music Man’.
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Good song, good singer, good arrangement on the title tune you posted. She sounds like she’s more suited to a club than a stadium, although her voice seems big enough to fill the space. So, Dr. Center, is the self-destruction a fuel driving the musical artistry, or is the music a sublimation of the real desire?
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Or, to put it another way, is the suicide or the rapist or the Norwegian mass murderer to be commended for “having the guts to go all the way” with their desires, transforming themselves into total artists and their acts of mayhem into total art?
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So, Dr. Center, is the self-destruction a fuel driving the musical artistry, or is the music a sublimation of the real desire?
Eloise, I think the beauty and the genius of it is that it’s impossible to make that distinction. This is where I think Amy’s work is elevated to the sublime level of art. I’m sure there’s a ton of concerned experts out there like the Last Narcissist who would love to analyze her ”case”, was it manic depression or was it narcotics, etc, but such discussions are completely irrelevant.
had he been of Serbian mongrel ancestry,
I’m sure your ‘friendship’ with ‘Wayne’ will be tattered once he fully realizes just what a racist Republican arse you really are, despite all this talk about making IKEA muffins with your Swedish tenant. Even if I once had any doubts about this, when I was making that beautiful portrait of Vanessa I didn’t have to apply any color correction because your spotty skin naturally matched Vanessa’s withered bosom. There is apparently a genetic match between these two reptile species.
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Not at all like three Our Fathers and three Hail Marys, but I have finished, and a whole day early besides. Book 5: romantic enigmatic dream poetry. And I once knew a girl whose real name was Candy Disch. I see that your street address is printed right there in the book for the benefit of any would-be stalkers.
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Oh John, I told Wayne that the two ‘famous deaths’ that had truly upset me in the last year were Abbey Lincoln, and that last poem is a homage to Susannah, among others. I was never the same when the ballet board bitches made a point of ignoring her obituary while going on forever about Keanu Reeves’ ‘reputation for bad acting in Britain’. Once in a while, there will have been someone that you didn’t know personally that will move you so much in a performance that you’re weirdly grief-stricken. Plus, her death came as a total surprise, just 7 years after she’d been so blonde and lovely on stage here. And I’d go up to those orchid stores in the Garment District at night and look into them all the time behind their heavy gates, the whole sullenness of it in the frozenness. Then go back and look at them the next day. A few months later I found that the Boy of Avon had died as well. And this was even after we had placed Dominic’s poem ‘Frontispiece’ at the very end, as some kind of slightly quirky thing. It was not even melodramatic, I just couldn’t stand it that she had passed away, and even looked her up and she’d been in major roles in the West End until the very end. It’s as if she’s been totally forgotten, even though she was the ‘perfect English rose’ of her time, in ‘Tom Jones’ and as ‘Childie’ in ‘Killing of Sister George’.
So that I just was there writing this final cine-musique poem that was based partially on some sweet writing at Dejan’s (about HAL, the correspondent said ‘Yes, I think you’re right about HAL’, I know who that had to be, although he’d never admit it, except that it wasn’t Nick) with someone (sweet at Dejan’s? yes, I know how rare), and I started it as a conversation between me and Dominic as Frank and Dave in ‘2001’, but later changed the names into many ‘shadow figures’, one mention of me, one of Dominic, several of the Boy of Avon’s names in real life, and understood the difference between the different kinds of refinements in orchids and roses. Even the cut orchids had power. You couldn’t imagine spending an afternoon with anybody sweeter than Susannah York. I’m glad I’m off the ballet board just because of that. I just could never forgive them, because I knew that they ignored it on purpose. There’s a way in which that last poem is my favourite part of the whole 3 books, because it manages to crystallize something of what I think of as my ‘recently adulted aesthetic’, which was much more innocent and childlike prior to about 2006 still, I’d say.) I guess this is a kind of narcissism, but I especially loved those highly hybridized orchids that were ‘Neptune green’ being exactly the same colour as the Tin Pan Alley 19th century houses with the Gypsy-type dancer living in big roomy prime space, lots of beads and gewgaws, I bet. I found her name on the buzzer just as the other one in 2001 in LA.
Thanks.
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I believe I mentioned that we placed Dominic’s ‘Frontispiece’ at the end of Book I, and he said he had been surprised that he liked where we’d put it. This was a symbol i especially liked, as Book I was crucified so mercilessly on the bleugs for several years. And, of course, it STILL wasn’t at the very beginning, but served as a kind of shield by the one blogger who had the particular form available and at the ready at that particular time, so it separates the ‘writing history’ of the whole volume, Dominic Fox’s ‘Frontispiece’ is a kind of barricade protecting at least the rest of the book from the ravages Book I suffered, until I had time to re-read Book I and realize that it was a lot better than they had said it was, and that without it, there really was no premise for a book from me that would be a kind of Fable of Metropolis, the one I’d known. I don’t think he was ever compromised either, and has a grace that allows him to be social with all sorts of people (I wouldn’t say I’m nearly that nice, of course), and I’m SURE (hint-hint) he’ll help me fix some of the messes I’ve made today on the Tumblr. Looking back, it seems very strange that I handed out some 5 or 6 copies of Book I to people in 2007, and after Martin and Joxter and I went to work on each other, and then the now-notorious continued wars at Dejan’s, the other Books open up less tightly, even though Book III has its own more traditional, less rambling and less-Pollockian chaos to it. Maybe things will pick up now, and Dominic said he may begin to say something as we talk about it leisurely. I have sent him your email excerpts that had to do specifically with the book as a good starting point.
Incidentally, if Quiggin reads this, it’s true that a couple of people on the board did realize that I became somewhat abnormal after susannah York’s death, and did write nice things to me in pm and one about seeing her in the montage of film-star deaths at the Oscars, which I haven’t watched since 1993.
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me and Dominic as Frank and Dave in ’2001′,
actually that’s a great idea about a handsome British computer programmer and his hysterical Gypsy gay computer, who was initially conceived as a replica of the programmer’s highschool sweetheart but then broke out of the mould to become a homosexual extension of the programmer’s repressed Libidio.
e’ll help me fix some of the messes I’ve made today on the Tumblr.
Sweet Lord someone needs to call the ambulance, God knows which part of yourself you electrocuted this time!!! Warszawa will you ask Chabert to call the ambulance, please, I don’t trust that Swedish woman with anything!!!
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We recently watched They Shoot Horsed Don’t They with Susannah York as one of the dancers. My father, who never goes to the movies, loved Tom Jones, but I’ve never seen it. Abbey Lincoln I know a bit but not well. Amy Winehouse I don’t know at all, though I see she died at 27 years old like so many of them.
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TSHDT is a great movie. Back when Jane Fonda wasn’t annoying – and whatever happened to Michael Sarrazin?
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She’s been annoying for such a long time too. Sarrazin went into oblivion almost like he was just another Tom Berenger, but who DIED was David Hemmings, which I didn’t know for years. So good in ‘Blow-up’, his career was then pretty degenerate, and when we still had late shows on network TV, I saw this amazingly weird ‘vampire farm’ movie, where the ‘vacationers’ were like at a spa and were referred to as ‘drinkers’ (as in ‘out of glasses’.) Oh my god that was depressing. Lots of people don’t like ‘Blow-up’, I thought it was great.
Susannah York was even good in ‘Oh, What a Lovely War!’ a dreadfully overproduced version of the Joan Littlewood revue. She and Dirk Bogarde as effete aristocrats were about all that was good in it too, and vaness Redgrave was worse as some sort of ‘street reformer-preacher’ than in anything I’ve ever seen her. I’ve got the old LP of the London show, much better to just listen to it, it was quite nice with the WWI sound. Also was very good in ‘A Man for All Seasons’, which also had a much smaller part for Vanessa, who you’d think was younger, but is older. Vanessa is funny in ‘Julia’ when she tells Jane ‘I love your anger’. What a camp. I thought VR was awful in that too, but I think she won an Oscar.
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Larkin: “it was that verse…about becoming again as a little child that caused the first sharp waning of my Christian sympathies”
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“Adultism”, FFS.
From Dom’s Twitter’s today or yesterday. I suppose he won’t have much sympathy with what I wrote earlier about the orchids and ‘adulted aesthetics’, but he doesn’t always know. I can understand Larkin’s point of view: There ARE other necessary things to attend to than ‘becoming again as a little child’, and I don’t know how long I ever go without somebody religious (or otherwise, for that matter) going on about it. Frankly ‘FFS’ is quite offensive, people must learn ‘for chrissake’, or at least ‘for God’s sake’ I never heard ‘FFS’ till the internet, and have never been able to bring myself to use it once. Especially since most of these people, including Dom, once in a while exclaim just ‘Christ!’ I even heard Anthony Paul Smith utter it once. But FFS is just interdit for me.
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“So that what one lost in innocence, one gained in Romantic Glamour…” – Patrick Mullins
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I’m glad you wrote that separately. Taken out of context of the whole poem, it sounds quite fruity! lol although that does echo the review of ‘Other Voices, Other Rooms’ in Day of Cine-Musique, since in the novel Capote had made his childhood palship with the tomboy Idabel very sentimental and sweet, but ended up shortly in bed with his worldly cousin and faggot Randolph.
Actually, I have my very overt childhood moments, as this week even. I found the ancient cookbook from a very country little group of ladies my mother used to congregate with–these were more the country Baptists, and she also had her ‘town clubs’, they used to call these ‘study clubs’. Anyway, in 1986, at home after my father’s death, I thought to Xerox this cookbook that one of my surviving aunts alone still had. So that I’m one of the very few in the whole extended family that has made such things as ‘Old-Fashioned Custard Pie’ and ‘Hamburger Steak in Mushroom Onion Gravy’, or probably even opened it (these I made this week.) I think the point is that, IN THIS WORLD, it’s actually more of an effort to do an aesthetic version of the more worldly, urbane things, which symbols for one in the books, could be the Jackie O mirrors inherited by a friend of mine who worked for her, and then by me after his death. Which both appear in the YouTube. They were somehow inaccessible for a long time, so to make them more so, I had to give them the dominant importance–it was always like some little mistake could come in to ‘ruin these expensive luxurious sorts of things’, and then one ought to get ‘more humble again’ and ‘get back to one’s roots’. A combination happened with the mirrors, of course, and the fact that I somehow hung one of them poorly and it broke, leading then over 12 years to the phallic painting, was a way of ‘accessing them’ even more, but it wouldn’t have worked at all without hanging at least one of them properly. This sounds very precious, I know, but it’s just an example. Again, the word ‘glamour’ is controversial, so if you take it back to flowers, then the ‘glamour of orchids’ is more comprehensible. They are not necessairly more beautiful than Queen Anne’s Lace I picked a bouquet of at the beach last week, but they do have a glamour that the near-weed-like, if also exquisite, wildflowers, don’t necessarily. Frankly, I like Wild Roses gone totally feral with horrible huge thorns more than most orchids, because they have also regained their fragrance in going back to the wild. I noticed some extraordinary roses in a shop the other day, so perfect they even made me stop and stare–but so cultivated that they had no fragrance at all.
Now, when it comes to sex, I might be talking about something else–but since it’s usually considered a sign of decadence, while actually merely possibly meaning a refined evolution of something (sex as a form of choreography), I admit that I do tend to be attracted to this sort of thing after too much experience, and in my jadedness, am not a terribly good role model for young or old. I’ve talked to Dom about this on recent posts, he seems to understand what I mean by this athleticism, but isn’t interested in it himself. He also Tweeted about someone who realized that ‘he liked people, just not children’, but that’s not something I’d share even though I have none of my own. I always adored my nieces and nephews, and quite a lot more than when they became (in most cases) not terribly interesting adults!
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And there is that crucial fact that I HAD to have those mirrors, even if it meant bartering heirloom crystal for it with my ex-girlfriend, who had, for all practical purposes (if you can follow the rather tedious chronology in Book III) stolen them, and is simply intransigent. I didn’t like doing this and I still would like to have the crystal back, but for my artistic purposes, I really needed those mirrors, because they contained something I had to strive for; the crystal was something I was already familiar and at home with.
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“We’d all like to be a child again. The worst of us most of all.”
– The Wild Bunch
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Not fruity, but rather an alternative to this disdain for recapturing one’s “little child.” That particularly regressive romantic model of artistry, of the child who has direct uncritical access to self-expression, stands in stark contrast to the mature cultivation of taste, beauty, pleasure, self, world as something available only with civilization, with urbanity. I must say, though, that I find children much more fun than I did when I was younger. There’s some way simultaneously of engaging them as little adults while also seeing the things they’re captivated by at the moment that seems to do the trick. Adults do get tedious in their little obsessions with who’s selling their house at what asking price; I’d rather hear some little kids give me their opinion of the cheese samples at the grocery store, and whether they used a second toothpick to get the second piece or reused the first toothpick.
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I”’m sure your ‘friendship’ with ‘Wayne’ will be tattered once he fully realizes just what a racist Republican arse you really are, ”
He thought that long ago, but had some reason to put it on hold currently. That’s okay, of course I knew who he was previously, which he claims is not so, but he still did ‘beat up your troll’, even if ‘your troll’ was HIM, which it certainly had occurred to me before. Obviously, I knew where his loyalties lay, at least most of them, and this sort doesn’t break up easily, this is the true ‘socialist solidarity’. otoh, since he seems a bit squishy to me, I don’t know what he really thinks about you and your bullshit, but I still feel the same as before. He’s busy on such topics as ‘racial profiling’ as it applies to ‘white terroristis’ or brown ones, It seems, the whole thesis is absurd, you can both call me racist for that if you care to.
John, that former NYCBallet ballerina who wrote the amusing racy stuff (I oughtn’t to put her real name here) seems to find our book very alluring indeed. I wonder what she’ll do with it if she likes it, as she’s got real clout, and answered within the hour. Sometimes the big names do, although White hasn’t written yet. Some people just haven’t gotten to it, but a couple have purchased at St. Marks already, which is nice, because they won’t let you leave very many copies there if you’re not well-known. ‘Honour among whores’, I guess. I like her fearlessness and toughness, though better when she’s writing about sodomy and lusting after Casanova than when she goes on about Balanchine. I think she’ll one of the ones uniquely suited to want to explore it, since she became a writer instead of a ballet teacher or coach, which is what most of the retirees do.
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Are you really a Republican?
What’s with this ‘loyalties’ stuff? Just call me Yojimbo for now, or ‘Man With No Name’ if your as culturally illiterate as Dejan (that’s the one with Clint Eastwood in a poncho).
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No, I’m not a Republican, but it’s true, your unnameable friend once spoke to me like this, and that’s who you’re for some reason allied with. That’s fine with me, it’s just I won’t go back and forth the way you do. We all have our ‘loyalties’, that’s when people get somewhat chummy, enjoy each other’s company, it sometimes becomes important to be explicit at where one’s more primary loyalties lie. We might agree on Dejan and Land, but I am not going to say that appalling lack of knowledge displayed by someone on the Toni Morrison book makes me think she read it nearly as closely as Zizek had–or maybe she just can’t remember, distorts facts as you tend to do, which is, and always has been, the cornerstone of your alliance. You both just make up things, that’s why either ‘trial lawyer’ or ‘private investigator’ are not for you. You know exactly what I mean anyway. That’s why you deleted those posts, which only annoyed you because you really did see that both of the careerists we were talking about really were the same–and it had to do with ‘your political party’, you couldn’t ‘go it alone’, you know, ‘without her’. You should try to figure out how–the fact that she doesn’t the fuck know even as much as asshole Zizek about ‘Beloved’ ought to tell you something, at least given the fact that she’s going to call it ‘minblowing’ how he wrote about it. Aside from that, ‘Beloved’ is maybe ghost, but probably not, it’s not made clear. She’s not a ‘monster’, though.
I like the idea that ‘cultural illiteracy’ might mean not knowing a particular Clint Eastwood movie. Even better if it’s one of the ones when Sondra Locke co-starred.
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In fact, the paragraph about medea, antigone, Beloved is one of the best things I’ve read by Zizek. There’s nothing ‘white supremacist’ in it, the commentator thinks he meant that, in mentioning the ‘white schoolteacher’ AT ALL, he was implicitly agreeing with her, while then getting off the hook by saying that such an act would have been ‘unthinkable’ and therefore not representative of the ‘savagery’ the schoolteacher had taken for granted. I’m surprised I think it’s good, though, because I think Zizek is basically a jerk myself, but one I never think of except when he’s brought up on these bleugs by people who don’t even seem to know who Harry Reid or Eric Cantor or john Boehner are. He’s irrelevant and silly, and seems to even know it. He knows he’s not an artist, although that doesn’t stop him from saying stupid things about the Arts.
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http://illegaldancesofnewyorkcity.blogspot.com/
I got Blogger to work, so I did a few posts. You can comment there if you like. I took off a beautiful photo called ‘Credible Custard Punk’, featuring a delightful punk and his sneakers, but I deleted it, because I have to face reality.
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“because I have to face reality.”
LOL. The blog looks good.
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Thanks, I just changed the drab colour, though.
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I dunno why, but I can never comment on any ‘bleaughs’ that have that style comments box. Get it in separate pop-up style.
Is most of it gonna be in English? I only speak one language, apart from any I make up.
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Yes, it will be in English. I’ll check the Dashboard now and see what I can find. Will report back if I can’t find it. Have no idea as of tonight how to do links to bleugroll, Never have even done a hyperlink, this is a disease, and I’m sure Dom is pissed at me for giving him the wrong password so he couldn’t even get into my Tumblr one and fix it. I only found out I’d recorded the wrong one when I deleted that one!
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I like the retro pastel background you chose for the site, and the photo looks good as well. ”Illegal dances” is a good title too, asking the reader to do something illegal, dirty, wrong.
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Well, thanks, Dr. Center, as John calls you. I hope you will all link me, plizz. Wayne already has, and has taken part as the jovial limey he is…I’m right now putting a lot of photos that have to do with motifs and themes in the book, but have given Christian and Stephane carte blanche to post as well, because I can’t upload Jack’s and Christian’s art myself, having only the originals and the reproductions in the book. I’m pleased at the process I went through yesterday, finding associations throughout all three books. Especially pleasurable for me was putting up a few of Tahiti, where I made a point of taking no photos at all–purely selfish, but I wanted to experience it directly, that being a place you don’t have the opportunity to get to every day, and it never occurred to me, even when we were talking about Day of Cine-Musique here back in 2008, to link to any of these, but those falls were divine, and it was bliss to be in them with the Marquesan guide.
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The link is up.
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Thank you, monsieur. You’ll be the one, of course, who will see the reasons for most of the photos, since you’re the one who’s read all three books closely. That’s why I’m keeping the site relatively decent (at least myself, others are welcome to write as they wish, since I’ve got moderation), so when we discuss the books, my bleug can be used to refer to images.
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having only the originals and the reproductions in the book.
You can take your finger out of your computer’s ass and break open your savings piggy, then buy a scanner (available already for 30 to 50 bucks); you plug the scanner into the ass of the computer, and from there it’s pretty straightforward and simple to scan the pictures and save them to the PC. Then you just upload them to blawger.
Anycase it’s simpler than sucking ”Dom”’s sport socks for hours just so he will give you technical advice.
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I admit he’s the slowest to respond, but he had made it sound as if Tumblr was even more baby-easy than Blogger, but it’s not, and I couldn’t get it to work. Christian was going to put Stephane in touch with Dom (he calls himself that, why shouldn’t I? he’s too into women’s problems for me anyway, although he’s pretty cute), but I told him call that out, too much trouble and too long a wait. I gave Christian and Stephane the password, and they have the photos and can post directly. They’re not really needed yet anyway, because the website and YouTube have enough of the book’s pictures, and the whole point is to get a sense of atmosphere and the whole milieu, as with some of the pictures I’ve posted. That one of Martha and Bertram is especially good, as it really is one of the many moments Martha falls in love with him. Unlike with Erick Hawkins, and many other of her dancer/lovers, she can never possess the homosexual Bertram, and god knows she wants to (because she can’t probably, as I say on the post, Martha is always into impossible things, that’s why she’s the main dedicatee.).
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I found this on youtube, don’t know where it comes from, but it looks kinda cool
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That is a stylish piece, isn’t it? I didn’t see a direct link to it on the IDNYC blog, but it would be a good idea to do so.
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I think I put one yesterday, under ‘Stephane’s YouTube’, but I’ll check to see if it works. Yes, I think it’s marvelously clever, and so quickly done.
I’m not going to get a scanner for that, and anyway, I like the idea of my publishers and editors working the bleug for their posts too. And they can use it for their other books, god knows, I couldn’t be luckier to have people like this. Your troll is hilarious, by the way recently, talking about pulling up Deneuve’s skirts and APPRECIATEVLY sniffing her pussy, and also about how ‘male homosexuals have something to do with reproduction but not lesb’ans’, which you, of course, ruined by trying to turn it into ‘sincere theory’. I like your troll when I don’t have to have direct contact with her….
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But you were right, I needed it at the side, that is the ‘add a gadget’, which I don’t think is obvious AT ALL, who the fuck would know that adding a bleug link or other was a ‘gadget’. Dumb stuff.
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I like your troll when I don’t have to have direct contact with her….
Yeah, like the good narcissist that you are, you always generate love and hate at the same time, and you’re always in some ”can’t live with her, can’t live without her’ melodrama, like the recent bipolar switch from hating your Swede to making Swenska balletjes with her.
I think you could put PATSY WAS HERE, PATSY WASN’T HERE on your EPITOMB.
Say what you want about my troll, but she fulfills the fatherly function much better than you have done.
As for linkage to Immoral Dances, you’ll have to link up the Parody Center first.
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Okay, I’ll put up a link to CPC, but I won’t write there. I am glad you have patriarchal fulfillment from your troll. She’s got kids anyway, and therefore understands small babyes…I am fine reading her, she writes a lot of that for me anyway, as you obviously know.
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Also, at least she’ll leave me alone on my own bleug, because she won’t sign in when you have to use your own name, and I don’t want any trolls myself.
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Why are there only 90 copies of the paperback?
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Read the fucking colophon at the end of the YouTube (you have to put on Pause, you know, the Swiss are modest about their abundance) and you’ll see the enormous amount of labour and expense went into each copy. Plus, it kept getting bigger and bigger,. a year ago we thought we’d have 400, by now each one cost $100 just to print, not even including all the editing, editing design, photolithography, etc., can you READ? I thought you knew about such things, but the lavishness, alas, is probably one of the things most of the Communists in the bleugs think I, in particular, didn’t deserve, although Dom did praise it in many ways (which doesn’t mean I thinked he quite liked it, that’s not the same as admiration.) And the 15 hardcover copies were obviously much more apiece still, and even Jack and I only got one apiece.
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Okay, I have listed your sewer as ‘Dejan’s Content Warning Bleug’, and you know it doesn’t take much for people to take you off their bleugroll. Not the stupid ‘Vanessa’, which someone thought was Owen Hatherley till I told them, but you bettah watch ya back.
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Nope, Dejan. I deleted the link to CPC, we’ll leave it like this. I don’t want to make things easy for you and that creep, even if he’s funny, and nobody really wants to be on your bleugroll anyway.
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OK then I won’t put ”Immoral Sewers of Manhattan” on either.
The book is going to be read by less than 90 people, which fits into your narcissistic Republican-elitarian project, but doesn’t win me any audiences anyway.
You might get a parody review, though, but you have to send a copy for free.
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There will be another, smaller edition later on, but I have no time to explain this to you, but you get nothing, here, there, then or anywhere.
You have your troll, a mere piece of carrion who has the occasional witticism. As one of the authors of our book (the least important and the only scorned, as she is being used only as an example of the internet in its pure form, malicious and rotten), I will do a post on her and intend to block you from comments just in case you ever try to post. I do admire her shameless ‘fatherly’ number, which is nothing but a series of lies, and calling you ‘bro’, ‘dude’, and telling you just how sensitive you are–you have earned all this. The excerpts I’ll put are interesting because they flickered brightly for a day or two when written two years ago, and now are exactly like Fecal Specimens which attempt to ruin my text–now they appear as perfect examples of what they are, viz., pigeon droppings. This is the legacy of the Mackay/Land Axis, which is discussed at some length in the book. She’s also the only one of the five contributors to get no copy of the book herself. When I have a more economical edition, I’ll be able to give some away, but you won’t be one of them. But I do appreciate your leaving us off your bleugroll, Wayne and John and quite a number of others haven’t been so lucky. Your blog exudes only loathsomeness. And the Swede adored the Mamma Mia parodies, so I think we can find the few things we agree on on our own. What was it Wayne used, a ‘blob doll’? Yes, I guess a ‘blog doll’ and a ‘carrion troll’ would think that was a relationship.
Congratulations! May you have many small babyes.
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You don’t even need to send me the book, I already started on the review:
Dans ÉGOUTS IMMORAL DE MANHATTAN VILLE, le pianiste américain troisième taux, Hustler ancienne et sordide rentiers Patrick Mullins J offre quelques reminiscenes séniles sujet du ballet, le sexe oral et les divas d’Hollywood fanée.
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“You don’t even need to send me the book, I already started on the review”
Surprising how many ways you are like Zizek (very good, too, because I certainly am not going to send you even a termite doll), aside from the obvious one of nationality. Hilarious that I ‘show’ at yours and your carrion troll’s Home of Deformity while John leaves the post at the top.
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I am sorry I forgot to include the English translation
In THE IMMORAL SEWERS OF MANHATTAN CITY, third-rate American pianist, former hustler and sordid rentier Patrick Mullins J. offers senile reminiscences on ballet, oral sex and Hollywood divas of the 1940s.
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That will be fine. As we know, Zizek has been beyond reproach in his fight for Serbian Nationalist Causes, and you also never reveiwed Day of Cine-Musique, which I gave you (hardly a great loss, I now see). And your troll also pointed out that when you got the Martha Graham DVD that you were about as interested as ‘an overweight mallbrat opening a can of coke’ when you posted about that.
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About Graham I was just going to tell you that I saw Wim Wenders’s Pina Bausch documentary which is now playing in 3D in Europe, and even as I totally loved the dancing, I felt the whole time that the idiom was old and passe, that this was made by a sixty-odd year old director who no longer feels the Zeitgeist, and is just repeating the old tropes from Modernist cinema (and idiom). You would see shot after shot of anguished dancers caught up in some schizophrenic-like stifling of movement, a little too obviously hysterical, and playing out that Modernist Angst about existence. By this I don’t mean to say that old people are necessarily senile, just that the ”arthouse” isn’t effective anymore, it doesn’t have the subversive effect it used to have. I thought HARRY POTTER was much better made as a film, more attuned to the times, despite using only the most gawdawful commercial cliches.
By extension, Cinemusique was dealing in (what felt for me) a kind of an Almodovarian postmodernism. There’s nothing wrong with that, and technically speaking it’s a very good book. But it doesn’t turn me on in the same visceral fashion that stuff like David Lynch does, often times I felt it was a kind of a pseudo-decadent, laissez-faire, journey, of someone who is affluent enough to have enough free time to travel around. This is why I didn’t feel that it merited a review; I wouldn’t know what to say about it specifically.
This new thing appeals more, it seems darker, more surreal. There are shots of penises.
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Zeitgeist is such an old-fashioned concept.
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“This is why I didn’t feel that it merited a review;”
I certainly would appreciate the copy back, if it’s clean.
“I wouldn’t know what to say about it specifically.”
Nor would you know what to say about it in general. Much better you stick to the wunnerful insights into Serbian Film as it applies retroactively to all eternity, including your own miniscule cunt.
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the review is ready
Van:
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Vertaling van het Engels in het Frans
Dans «Les cloaques immoral de Manhattan”, Patrick J. Mullins – pianiste échoué, l’ancien arnaqueur et un rentier sordides – tente un hommage post-moderne à son propre pénis. Le livre est écrit comme un voyage surréaliste à travers le ballet, Hollywood, républicain anti-islamisme, la paranoïa de Patrick au sujet d’Internet, Deleuze, et un tas de trucs à sensation tels. Il n’ya pas de fin au voyage: il ne peut pas obtenir assez de sucer le pénis du ballet beau.
Patrick a travaillé pendant près de 20 ans sur le livre, se soutenant à travers les dures conditions économiques en Amérique par la prostitution homosexuelle et la location de son appartement de Manhattan égouts. Le résultat est un chef-d’œuvre à couper le souffle du narcissisme pornographiques, nous sommes attirés inexorablement à l’intérieur de cul de l’auteur.
Une partie spéciale de l’ouvrage est dédié à l’amour de Patrick pour le mystérieux écrivain anglais Nick Land. Les lecteurs du Centre Parodie connaissez déjà les détails de cette affaire scandaleuse.
Publié par un label suisse exclusif, le livre est uniquement disponible en 90 exemplaires. Il ne semble pas qu’il sera de gagner un large public européen, mais les ventes sont garantis dans les magasins gay porno.
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Zeitgeist is such an old-fashioned concept.
Eloise for fuck’s sakes I didn’t mean to say that you are OLD!!! You looked great in that suit at Kenzie’s ceremony – better than many thirty-somethings.
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Yes, that’s the way you answer things. I was just about to respond that ‘zeitgeist’ is a little like talking about ‘someone’s vulnerability’, but the fact it nobody really likes you much.
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Thanks — I did look good, didn’t I? It was meant as a little joke though: the “spirit of the age” is passé — get it? Maybe it’s too PoMo?
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I certainly would appreciate the copy back, if it’s clean.
That’s negotiable if you can paste that Porno Gang DVD back together and send that back first.
I just read your confused paranoid banter about St. Nick Land and realized that you’re STILL not finished with that story!
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Well, you can talk about that at your whorehole, and you can comment on it at my beautiful bleug, just so long as you don’t matter that I am going to delete anything you’d say there.
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Yes, that’s the way you answer things. I was just about to respond that I agree that ‘zeitgeist’ is a little like talking about ‘someone’s vulnerability’, It was very embarassing to read it in your dreadful writing, instead you answer John with the usual Down’s Syndrome Attack, a form of Mongoloid Lesb’anism. I can sympathize with what it must be like to be trapped in your Serbian/Lesb’an Moebius Strip. Wayne is going to love that line about how my book didn’t turn you on the way David Lynch does. Yes, going to Vaiharuru Falls is not like getting a private mortuary in a Crisis Centre with ‘Inland Empire’ wallpaper on screens (like your obsolete flashlights.)
I think you and your Carrion Troll have a lot in common. You like to watch cartoons. Very white trash.
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Yes, that’s the way you answer things. I was just about to respond that I agree that ‘zeitgeist’ is a little like talking about ‘someone’s vulnerability’, It was very embarassing to read it in your dreadful writing, instead you answer John with the usual Down’s Syndrome Attack, a form of Mongoloid Lesb’anism. I can sympathize with what it must be like to be trapped in your Serbian/Lesb’an Moebius Strip. Wayne is going to love that line about how my book didn’t turn you on the way David Lynch does. Yes, going to Vaiharuru Falls is not like getting a private mortuary in a Crisis Centre with ‘Inland Empire’ wallpaper on screens (like your obsolete flashlights.)
I think you and your Carrion Troll have a lot in common. You like to watch cartoons. Very white trash…
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I respond to the MESSAGE of the comment, and the message of your comment is that you don’t like the fact that I’m trashing Wenders’s modern ballet as irrelevant because it isn’t modern anymore – in the sense of capturing the trends of the present moment.
It is completely embarrassing to invoke INLAND EMPIRE when your own publisher’s promo video is all David Lynch down to the music and the design.
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You’re such an idiot you don’t even know which comment. I was agreeing with John that zeitgeist is old-fashioned, and your response is still retarded. I said nothing about Wenders, you can’t keep up with anything, that’s why you need one of those little snap changepurses, especially the white kind because they get dirty in such a Poverty Row way.
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Has absolutely nothing to do with David Lynch, and I’m sure John, who has read the text and owns a copy of the book, understands well that it is totally unrelated. That’s just another one of your Mongoloid Lesb’an attacks. Your Troll only wanted that perch so he could write to me unheeded, although now that I have my beautiful bleug, she can’t reach me, because I’ll delete anything she says anonymously as well (you don’t have to sign in, but you do have to get by ME, and you deadbeats won’t.)
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unheeded,
I meant ‘unimpeded’. She thinks she’s getting away with something, and now I understand what Dom was talking about–to the true troll, which yours is, she IS getting away with something. I just didn’t know how to imagine a life that small. But you have it, why shouldn’t she?
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I was agreeing with John that zeitgeist is old-fashioned,
No you still don’t understand, I was politely saying that your coprolalia about Martha Graham is OLD NEWS, and that your constant contempt for new stuff is boring, too. I’m not INTERESTED in your retirement. When my time comes to retire, I won’t be trying to persuade young people that everything I experienced in my youth is BETTER than what they’re doing now, or force them to rim my old exhausted asshole and call that an ”art statement”.
I did watch the DVD, though, and thought that Graham was good… a good dancer…
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No you still don’t understand, I was politely saying that your coprolalia about Martha Graham is OLD NEWS, and that your constant contempt for new stuff is boring, too. I’m not INTERESTED in your retirement.
I don’t understand YOU? I only wish you understood that you are DEAD. What a fucking freak, john lets you say anything. You never ‘politely say’ anything,m and I really do hope things go badly for you. That was just your 3rd attack today, and you do it because nobody wants a one-inch clit like you have. But you feel fucked by your carrion troll, I guess. You try to take the high ground and attack, and that’s why you should be put away, because you are simply a masculinized ‘wermin’ or ‘wimminoid’, actually a feminist.
You are being cheered on by people for denigrating somebody’s fine work. And your parody crap is all shit. All of it. i said nothing about Graham to YOU, and I will just have to accept that John is a nice and sensitive guy, but he always allows you to ruin everything for me here; so I just have my own place now.
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Well the CPC’s post on your book does link both to the publishing house’s notice and to your new blog.
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Has absolutely nothing to do with David Lynch,
well no it wasn’t inspired by Lynch, I’m sure, but it uses Lynch’s visual code, that code was pioneered by Lynch and the crowd around Lynch in the 1980s
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David Lynch sucks. Thought I should share that with you.
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Indeed doth he suck.
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z’Well the CPC’s post on your book does link both to the publishing house’s notice and to your new blog”
Yeah, he’s like a REAL MENSCH. Plus, 2 attempts to get on my bleug with ‘your lover left you love notes…just so you know..’ Jesus fucking christ, I guess they do have a right to think I’m that stupid, as much leeway as I gave their cunts.
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I like the new bleug. I’ve not tried commenting yet but I will eventually.
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I do hope you will. That new post this morning was for a nice older fellow from the ballet board who kept up with me after I left. He really is the most knowledgeable person there in some ways, and the bitch mods give all sorts of holy hell too. I have to write him now and tell him, although I imagine he saw it already. There were two guys from the ballet board who stayed with me very closely after I quit, and they were not the ones I met (not to mention the ridiculous one I DID meet with the HUGE TITS doing Aurora, oh my god, that was not a wonderful moment, and I still don’t know that terrible ‘choreographic sins’ she was talking about Peter Martins doing…)
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Yeah, he’s like a REAL MENSCH. Plus, 2 attempts to get on my bleug with ‘your lover left you love notes…just so you know..’ Jesus fucking christ, I guess they do have a right to think I’m that stupid, as much leeway as I gave their cunts.
Mon Dieu, don’t tell me you didn’t figure out I was also the ”Interested reader”? The way you pontificate on the perils of the internets one would assume you’re a cunning user, but you’re about as dangerous as
a SWEDISH REINDEER SOUP.
That new post this morning was for a nice older fellow from the ballet board who kept up with me after I left.
The post sounded like Baby Jane’s sister, singing to herself. Which admittedly was always Bette’s most hilarious role.
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z’Mon Dieu, don’t tell me you didn’t figure out I was also the ”Interested reader”?”
Wayne, this is what i was talking about yesterday. She completely ignores what you said, but answers you as if she WERE replying to what you said. I was talking about the ones she left at my bleug that WERE under ‘Post-Continental Satyr’, the ‘interested reader’ could have been anybody theoretically. The point was to make her DEAD BLEUG the context again, nothing at all else. And the message by the PCS was not worth keeping, but mainly it had to be deleted because other people are reading this who don’t know her whorehole, and I don’t want to be associated with such trash anymore. I did time there, and it’s no better than I’ve heard Bellevue to be. But she has always answered this way, and that’s why she should be more and more marginalized. It’s her way of ‘taking back the power’, you know, with her ‘dominant bottom’ gifts.
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David Lynch sucks. Thought I should share that with you.
Warszawa I noticed over time that not only do you repeat Colonel Chabert’s favorite mantras, you have also adopted her whole vocabulary, tone, and Marxist pissed-offedness. The horrible image that comes to mind is of you wearing Chabert’s corset in the evening, offering your ass to Derrida and spending all your dole on the Haitian maternity support fund. Why are you doing this to yourself, Warszawa, when you were neither born retarded, nor especially ugly?
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“The horrible image that comes to mind is of you wearing Chabert’s corset in the evening, offering your ass to Derrida and spending all your dole on the Haitian maternity support fund.”
I’d like to put past hobbies behind me, thank you very much. How did you get those photos? Does your stalking know no limits?
You’re not really a mensch. That has too many connotations of talent or dignity, a la Jack Lemmon or George Segal. You’re a degraded sub-species of SCHLEMIEL, poisoned in the womb with Chernobyl fall-out (even if you were born long before the disaster). You’re a mutant, one of the inferior X-Men, the type with shit dialogue who’s easily killed off – The Blob, perhaps?
Or, to be ‘hip-hop’ about it – It’s his appeal to schlemiels that keeps David Lynch real. Especially to stalker schlemiels with special – but no less warped – educational needs.
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Don’t you realise that you’re now the Cronenberg/Verhoven character you’ve always dreamed of being? But not the type played by actors – you were made in Jim Henson’s Creature Shop and squashed to death in the opening car chase. You’re muppet-mutton, a pie-puppet made from sheep assholes.
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“You’re muppet-mutton, a pie-puppet made from sheep assholes.”
Too true, too true. She’s also like what we once talked about with the movie of ‘Chicago’, which starts all of a sudden, and then when it’s over, it’s like no more than one or two seconds have passed. But this reminds me, we don’t get mutton very often here. About the only place is Keen’s Chop House, which has been here since 19th century, and Lily Langtree even went there. I had the mutton once, it was superb. I think I will put up a recipe now for Cream Puffs with Marzipan-Flavoured Creme Patisserie, since I wish to resist both ‘Eliminative Culinarism’ and ‘Culinary Materialism’, both of which must have the ‘philosopher-eaters’ turning into constipatees even as they mange. I’ll put it up tomorrow, that even inadvertently has a ‘ballet theme’, as Balanchine’s ‘Nutcracker’ has a Marzipan in the Land of Sweets part. Of course, this sounds very luxurious, but it’s only the Marzipan, about $5, the rest mainly basic things like eggs, butter, milk sugar, but the muppet-mutton will think it unworthy of review, since it is decadent compared to all the Big Macs she’s bragged on ingesting.
As for Cronenberg, she’s having a harder time doing ‘Dead Ringers’ with herself than she had imagined.
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Oh vell, I admit my own grammar was sloppy there, I meant Dejan doing the Jeremy Irons role, not Cronenberg.
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For some reason, cult classic ‘Basket Case’ comes to mind. Was there a sequel? Did the ‘Satyr’ in the basket survive?
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Sorry, by ‘Satyr’ I mean ‘goblin’.
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Tell me – does she resemble Victor Buono? With rotted teeth, perchance?
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z’The post sounded like Baby Jane’s sister, singing to herself. Which admittedly was always Bette’s most hilarious role.z’
Now it’s a declining queen who can’t even keep Jane and Blanche straight. After all, it’s Bette who gets to say ‘But ya ahhhhhh, Blanche….’ always used by movie and show-tune fairies when they find another who’s left himself open.
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Hello Mrs. Nikolic. Can Dejan come out and play?
Ironically, just today I requested Dead Ringers from the library.
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I just ordered ‘Basket Case’ from Amazon. Alas, the “Haitian Maternity Support Fund” will have to wait.
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THAT WAS GREAT, girls, you sounded like Marylin Monroe and Jane Russel teaming up to protect their trailer from fan abuse!!! STILL NO TRACE OF THE GODDAMN TIARA, THOUGH. Neither will Nick Land leave China to lick Creme Patisserie off Jane’s sagging old ass, nor will Colonel Chabert pay for Marylin’s residence at the Parisian Hilton!!!
But don’t worry, babes, you still have each other!!!
Jane, you weren’t listening again. This afternoon when I logged in as ”interested reader” I could have done ANYTHING to you and you would still not be aware that it’s me using the pseudonym. You want to sound like a mean Swedish KLOMP but you actually sound like a torn Swedish girdle.
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Ah the inarticulate feral mutant. All those years in the laboratory – wasted!
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He really is decidedly inferior. Why does he think it matters whether I knew it was ‘she’ or not? That’s that ‘meta’ stuff, isn’t it? Because then she wrote the stuff as ‘Post-Continental Satyr’, while the troll was writing endless Mallarme shit, and it WAS shit, both attempting to start the same cycle that using the troll fragments STOPS, and she seems to think that I should care what ‘interested reader’ was up to. At least that was a question that could be answered by telling her to buy the book, which, since I’m not going to offer it as an ‘online read’, she is never going to read. I must ‘pay for a scanner’ for $50 or so, which I don’t need, why would I pay $5? The scanner Christian and Stephane used was the highest quality in Lausanne for the paintings, so why wouldn’t I wait for them to send them (they’re on the European August vacation now, I haven’t seen any stats from Switzerland for a few days), it’s not like it’s urgent. So is she just upset that I won’t respond to her troll’s attempts to do the same shit again? And demand that the book be PRIMARILY about the troll, which it certainly is not. It’s very clear the troll knows how stupid Dejan is, and simply hopes he won’t have to be bored out of his skull by having no response except that sugary ‘Sound of Music’ type cloying shit the Cunt writes to her, the most insulting being to say that the book was ‘400 pages’. The troll was, of course, also insulting me, as she always does. And Dejan thinks I didn’t ‘copy and paste’ the shit about
‘Your lover came in and left a bunch of beautiful notes for you.
Just so you know. ”
which yes, if I’d responded to that shit and the troll’s shit would have made this “Neither will Nick Land leave China to lick Creme Patisserie off Jane’s sagging old ass,” at least make sense within the Cunt’s Termite Brain.
So, this is too long a post, but what is it? Is the troll now as stupid as this little cunt? Because she seems it, with all this shit about ‘Patrick knows I’m vain’ and ‘his writing reminds me of Mallarme’s prose-poems’, and AT THIS JUNCTURE they really think I have anything to offer them except an injunction from Princess Michael? What I mean is, yes, of course she’s a true blueblood Nazi, her father was, you don’t have to prove it, but surely she’s exactly what these two cunts need? And the Troll would surely love to ‘sniff her pussy appreciatevely just like DeNeuve’s. So what is Dejan trying to achieve? Making me realize that the troll, who scorns and uses her as trash, is just as stupid as she is? Because the troll does seem stupid too, frankly.
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Interesting. I removed her ‘interested reader’ comment, and yet my answer stands well without needing hers there. It’s like OP’s starting their own comments thread, and then can just proceed. Her comment was so ‘as if in an incubator like a premature thalidomide baby’ that it doesn’t even seem to have had any existence. And yet she thinks somehow she sabotaged something that way. I suppose it must be her deep belief, bolstered by the assholism of Levi Bryant, that she is a ‘Christian’ and ‘different from the flamers’ or whatever that dried-brain person said. Or it may be that she just shits everywhere now, with uncontrollable diarrhea, and to this she has even admitted. She’ll do something truly illegal at some point, as when she was talking about some of her plans for the students when she was teaching. ‘illegal’ is simply the most effective word to use for alternative, racy, illicit, sometimes ‘immoral’, and sometimes even ‘illegal’ in a misdemeanour sense, but that’s not the kind of violent illegality Dejan is probably capable of producing: After all, remember she only didn’t ‘get jouissance’ from Breivick because she had been more or less warned; this is the person who enjoyed watching the YouTubes of the tsunami victims and hearing their screams, and while her troll pretended to ‘not go along with this’, the troll really didn’t care, and took that as a circuitous route back to her own troll assholery. I used that particular incident to leave the place for good, although at one point, this snake-troll, who wanted to charm me with the Mallarme (you’ll notice the troll paid no attention to any other part of my new bleug, that was the point, and he quickly got it into her own literary ‘expertise’ as quickly as she thought would have been ‘charming me’, and Dejan and she worked very hard to do this, not by ‘really trying’, but just by being total shits), because now she knows more than ever that I have no use for her, that I think her jokes are sometimes funny, but worth no more than a second or two. The troll managed to call the Breivik ‘an abomination’, but also was not really interested. He’s just writing shit to preen, as if colonizing Dejan’s aphidism was a major achievement. And Dejan is allowed free rein–she still acts as though it would have been an ‘opportunity’ for me to ‘give her paternalism’ or something. She has proved that by this she just wants someone to ‘fake her out’, and the troll is indeed expert at that, totally loathes her.
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Also interesting was the troll’s reference to John talking about the troll’s sermons on Trakl. That had been when there was one of the usual moments in which the troll tries to ‘act civilized’ as is in her tutorial nature, but which she thought would be enough to excuse all her snakes. The troll today started talking to John directly from Dejan’s sewer about the post and telling him to write with sex and sex murders or something like that. He’d never done that before. As usual, he was being disgusting in her trollery by constantly referring to me as ‘Patrick’, merely because he knows I find this in particularly loathsome, although she’s tacky about everything. The talk about a passage taken out of a mere bleug comment of mine here at ktismatics was the usual condescension as well, in which she was just trying to find the weak spot, that being identified in this case as ‘Susannah York’ and the ‘afternoon’, after which she’d figure out a way to slam in, or if I did what I’m doing now, would then try to reconnoiter whatever this for whatever new attack that both cunts would benefit from in their stupid charade. The self-importance was on display regarding Middleton, et alia, and the Trakl was supposed to be a ‘little electric thing’, but I don’t think it’s really meant to interest anybody at all.
I think it’s basically just a machine passing the time, that’s what both the little cunt and her troll are doing, and that’s really all. But that’s what they call ‘new media’, the machines they’ve become. So let ’em, as Judy Holliday would say. I doubt there’s any escape for them, and better them than me.
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Well at least somebody around here is talking about my writing. But writing advice from someone who hasn’t read my books? It’s about as valuable as comparing your book to Mallarme. This person read the first sentence of my post about Illegal Dances, saw “prose-poetic,” googled “prose poetry,” found a mention of Mallarme, and suddenly he became a sensitive interpreter of your work.
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People write effusively about your writing all the time, and I have too. Do you really think anybody’s writing in all forms is going to be equally loved by everyone? Certainly, my writing at the sewer has tainted most people’s impressions of me. Dominic said he hoped to be able to write something about the book, in which he could say more than this is like the kind of posts Patrick is writing now than when he used to describe some theologian as a toilet bottom. I replied that he could write about when I wrote that crap, but I’m not that concerned if he writes a bleugpost or not anymore, if he’s got to strain himself for it.
I’m sorry I couldn’t get into ‘Prop O’Gandhi’, but that doesn’t mean I think you can’t write, or that I even thought the book was not good (we’ve been through this), but it had a strange thinness, I thought, and you were adamant about the title, which I do admit I think has something defnitely ‘off’. But then you don’t like the passages about the Mackay/Land Axis in IDNYC, and why should you? I put them there because it shows the struggle, however ugly–and this continues to go on, aided and abetted by the troll Dejan. But then Asher comes here and talks about your books, and NB does too, and how do you know that, if I liked a lot of your bleug-writing, I might not like some of your non-fiction. You’re more intellectual than I am about some of the things that Dominic is concerned with, and all these philosophers, so I might not, but you haven’t talked about them in detail. Why don’t you do posts about your books here and make Asher and NB talk about them at length the way you have with Day of Cine-Musique? I may just start discussing the book over at my new bleug anyway, since it seems that the vile troll is still determined to be as poisonous as possible.
I remember your remark about Trakl and the troll’s talking about Trakl. He is asking you about that not because of anything but to do more trolling, what the fuck is so hard to understand about that? Since he goes unidentified at all times, what does it matter if you ‘misrepresented him’ or if I ‘know he’s vain’. He’s a troll, a non-entity, but with an ego that he expects to be respected as if it’s an actually existing flesh-and-blood person, with the entirely small (to her mind) matter that she doesn’t exist if she can exist and even have excerpts of her writing stolen by me since she has dehumanized herself, while demanding to be treated as a human. And the vicious things she does with Dejan are unbelievable.
I doubt she googled much from what you said. She’s followed me for years, and she quoted from a long bleug comment I made here, it was clearly parody, as if something about ‘Susannah’ on ‘an afternoon’ would be something that true idiots would think was like Mallarme. In fact, someone once thought something I thought vastly inferior to what I’ve written this time (in Deep Tropical) was somewhat like Rene Char and Mallarme, but I don’t know if I do. Some fetish about the idea of a ‘faun’s afternoon’ has some resonance in itself, but with a troll, it doesn’t even matter if he meant a percentage of it to be sincere, because the point is always to get it back to a sadism that calls my writing (wherever it is) to be ‘overblown’ and now it’s ‘pretentious penis’. and ‘Muffins’ and ‘Puffins’. And Dejan supports all of this with infinite filth. A troll like this is psychotic and wouldn’t make the mistake of even admitting what she had read of my book (she probably has read Book I.)
Sometimes your complaints about being unappreciated for certain of your writing are a bit overdone–after all, Book II is about a whole Broadway-style musical, for which I wrote at least 14 songs, with both music and lyrics, and a lot of dialogue as well. I wrote a few of the songs for specific singers, one ‘the Girl with the Face of Ruin’ and one for the ‘Yes, the Chorus Boy Died’ guy, and I have recordings of these. I worked on songs with 3 or 4 other Broadway singers even earlier on, but I never got it off the ground, and don’t see it as likely.
If you want to discuss my book at some point here, we will, but it it’s easier, you can always start in at my place, and we can talk about it in different posts, since you’ve read it well already. I’d like to use little quotes already from your emails, if that’s okay with you. Also, I’d like to have your lit. prof. friend’s name, if he’s agreeable, so that I could quote (as I did with C’s science-book publisher) his remark about ‘a complete book’, as well as some of your own remarks. That might be a better shape, if you prefer, and could be spread out, and not inflame the trolls. They can comment on my bleug over there, but they can’t enter it, whereas here it may not be something you want to do this time around anyway, and having to moderate comments–given the atrocious results that this thread has already garnered–is not something you like to do, worrying much more about unfairness than I do. I really don’t care how cruel I have to be to those two trolls, because they literally drip malice, but you apparently do.
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I asked my lit prof friend and he says it’s okay to blurb him. I’ll send you the information.
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“He is asking you about that not because of anything but to do more trolling, what the fuck is so hard to understand about that?”
Absolutely. Was I not sufficiently dismissive? Okay: I have no interest in that pseudonymous commenter’s writing tips, and I will say no more about him, ever, anywhere, except to the extent that I discuss your book and the portions in which that commenter is featured.
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Don’t be so pissed, it’s just that he writes as if he should be respected in that form, is always trying to curry favour? Yes, I thought you were dismissive, but maybe had missed the part about where he used a long passage from this bleug, because it’s a dialogue with me that he wants (and has to a degree), but since they can’t make me write at the CPC, he’s now addressing you, just as he did me, from Dejan’s bleug. He won’t come here and do it. I didn’t mean anything bad. I was just saying that he is not interested in anything but destroying, and that’s what Dejan is also interested in. I hope you’re going to address some of the more constructive issues I brought up, as lengthy discussions of your own books with Asher and NB, such that they are enough to tell us something about the books and maybe interest us. I’m sorry if I sound so defensive, but even though you did a magnificent job of discussing Day of Cine-Musique, Christian would not write there because of the things Dejan introduced into the conversation, and he even recently told me “I’ll try to participate in the conversation…if I dare…” But you certainly don’t ‘owe me’ anything else in discussing my book.
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“Sometimes your complaints about being unappreciated for certain of your writing are a bit overdone”
And I’ll never mention that again either: thanks for the tip.
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Well, I think what I MEANT by that is that I can also feel ‘unappreciated’ but don’t say too much about it, and that helps me skip to the next step, that’s all. Anybody knows you can write, for chrissake. I think my final poem in Deep Tropical is not terribly good, nor do I really by now like any of that book except the original 2nd chapter ‘The Doctors of Lausanne’. I think little of ‘Treelight Dirndls’ and ‘Club Vaihiria’ either. That could happen with either of the other 2 books as well, but hasn’t yet with ‘Day of Cine-Musique’. I like Christian’s paintings and drawings much better in Deep Tropical and IDNYC, though, than the ‘cine-portraits’ in ‘Day’.
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That your musical was never produced must have been a setback, but remarkably you’ve been able to incorporate it into a “Step II,” even to the extent of including the sheet music in your total book. As you say, this is never an obvious or easy move, and most can never do it. I’m working on it, and now I think that this sense of not being recognized or appreciated, which is something I’ve tried to ignore or to overcome in good cognitive-behavioral style, is being transformed into a Step II focus of writing for me now. But this process is painful and slow, a kind of contortion against nature, and your having achieved something unexpected with it gives you more right than most to speak of it.
The post announcing your book is only tangentially about your book of course. There’s a certain passive-aggressivity in making it more about me, but at least I was aware I was doing it. But the topic really has to do with something affecting you and me and all the other blog-authors we interact with, namely this sense of isolation and a seeming impossibility of scratching each others’ backs. The CPC will scratch until it bleeds, and there are those who appreciate even hurtful attention. There is the “nice post” superficiality that Larval Subjects has cultivated and that seems more of a Facebook style. There is no reason why we should like or admire one another’s books, and we probably wouldn’t even give them a second glance if we happened to see them on a bookstore shelf. What do I want from the blog world? What does it want from me? I don’t know; I’m just chattering on now.
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I like so much that you easily understand what I meant by ‘Step II’ in Book I. After all the misery I went through from this first chapter (and by the bleugers, of course), it means a lot.
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I think I will scrap the O’Gandhi name for both the character and the book, but I’ll get back to that sort of revision later. That story fits into a larger context, which is what I’m trying to backfill and expand. I.e., I’m not trying to position that book as the next Confederacy of Dunces.
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Eloise the Manhattan Sewer here didn’t at all hear your underlying complaint that she is constantly talking about herself and her own problems – and while nobody is really listening, she keeps on writing as if she’s in the center of the universe. I don’t think she even noticed that you were trying to communicate something about yourself through that post about her book. I think she secretly sees you as a failed bum, probably because you don’t descend from some aristocracy like Dominic Fox or Molly Klein. It doesn’t compute in her brain. She only wants to know WHEN Gavin Elster will give her a new necklace, and if that doesn’t happen quickly, she becomes impatient and furious. Then she sends ”everyone to Hell”. This has nothing to do with internet, it’s the way she is. Her allegiance with you at the moment is just one of her transient allegiances (she had one with me for quite a while). It will disintegrate as soon as she realizes that Gavin isn’t giving her enough necklaces. Then you will see it’s always been about Gavin, and noone else.
She doesn’t really have a meaning behind this overblown narcissistic image she created, and it’s only FITTING that she would write a book about herself.
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This is just more of the loathsomeness, which really ought not to be countenanced, but since not that many people are as interested in ‘MORE PRISONS’ as I am, I have to address one or two of the idiocies. Maybe only one, the matter of the post, of course I knew that was a post that was ‘au courant’ and to go along with my own promotion of the book (horrible to wish to interest one in one’s own work, isn’t it?).
“I think she secretly sees you as a failed bum, probably because you don’t descend from some aristocracy like Dominic Fox or Molly Klein.”
This is unbelievable, especially since he’s anything but a bum, but the other two are clearly in no way descended from aristocracy. I’m glad you mentioned Dominic, though. I do not like nearly all of his bleug posts, although sometimes he does come up with a good one. I like some of his poems and also his singing and guitar-picking. Having gone to Oxford and not being proud of having done so is sure mark of non-aristocracy. Arpege was just Upper West Side upper-middle-class, good money after the father made a bundle, but he started out in Brookyn and poor.
It is true that I have given up and ‘moved past’ and ‘dropped’ some bleugers from my friends. But I have noticed that John really knows something about friendship, even if I think he’s ‘too fair’ (as with you, who ought to simply be disappeared, and Wayne definitely agrees with me on that.) I may not be ‘close friends’ with Dominic, but I certainly like him well enough. Arpege, no, I’m indeed through with her, she’s too hysterical (awaiting brilliant turdlike analysis from the Crisis Center). The ‘Gavin’ thing is so stupid, because you just shit all the time, and mix up Gavin and Scotty as you wish. Your whole life is dependent on my still having a crush on that small-time Shanghai sci-fi person. So think it. But YOU in particular, yes, I’m through with you, and your troll as well, otherwise wouldn’t I sacrifice all my work ‘just to be with my lover’, as you call your troll, in your gross indecency. She’s already read your beads on the Pynchon matter, but an ‘infant-erectilism’ isn’t something that you’d worry too much about, not compared to fishnet hose prices. You’ve slowly been found out to be the person among these bleugs who has no human feeling at all, along with your pet troll, that’s why you used the word ’emotionality’ on your sewer back in that Xmas session of 2009. And your review of Harry Poter (you don’t even fix spellings) is little different from your review of Amy Winehouse’s death: You’re ‘sensitive’ to troubled persons, being one, and you’re getting nowhere fast. The worst obstacle was not being able to get on my bleug. If you write a comment, it will be just like an email that goes to spam folder.
Your only interest is disrupting everything, you are never in good faith, and you DID enjoy the YouTubes of the dying tsunami viciims, thinking you were getting a reality TV version of that world’s ONLY GREAT MOVIE, whose name escapes me now, but may the rigor mortis be with you.
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I’ll likely write some posts inspired by IDNYC. According to reader response theory or some such shit, every book I read is really about ME. But the author and I do share certain experiences, and the bloggers do collectively comprise a “Cold World” often enough. I enjoyed our unexpected Skype session yesterday, C of P, even though as I said I don’t much enjoy talking on the phone. I think our conversation has destabilized my equilibrium for the worse at least temporarily. It, along with this discussion of Step II, has had the curious effect, at least for me, of increasing my anxiety. Ordinarily I’m not prone to that particular mood, so it’s grabbed my attention.
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I just remembered that the title of this post is “Enabling Homelessness.” It too constituted my meddling in someone else’s business — Anne’s — without invitation. In that regard it’s not unlike discussing objects, or English politics, or for that matter even American politics, since my influence there is even more remote. This thread bounced over from an equally off-topic discussion on a post about “The Illusionist,” which is a movie that apparently no one here has seen. Elisa Freschi, in a marginally relevant comment, asked my opinion of The Call of Stories by Robert Coles. I said I’d track this book down, which I did, but it too represents someone else’s interests.
I’m not whining, believe me. I’m just thinking again about the merits of comment moderation.
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I was meaning to ask what happened to homelessness in this thread. Seems we ended up taking the red pill, and all bets were off.
I didn’t see ‘The Illusionist’ either – was too suckered by Christopher (‘The Prestige’) Nolan hype at the time. Those days are well behind me. But is it just me, or is Edward Norton just a pretentious, annoying version of John Cusack? Without any of the charm?
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Norton spent a lot of the movie glaring intensely = pretentiously, but the pretentiousness was part of the character’s routine so it worked fairly well. He’d like to have carried himself with more charisma, but even with the heavy black goatee he just didn’t have the… magic. I liked him in Fight Club.
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He was good in Fight Club. Norton’s like a lot of these modern actors who want to be ‘intense’. They can act, but they’re too fixated on the Al Pacino routine to play the ‘types’ they should. They’re not convincing as tough guys or intellectuals.
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Eloise I am really sorry if my questions about work caused distress, but you realize this was asked out of concern and not in order to stress you. I was also trying to think of solutions, such as working in Europe, where the social security network isn’t as brutal as in the States. Or maybe it’s time you finally took me up on my earlier offer and we started selling e-learning courses. You’re a psychologist after all.
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Mon dieu, what a creep.
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You were fine: friendly, candid, helpful. It’s confronting my own issues that’s amping up the anxiety, along with my more typical anger responses. I’ll stay in touch, but not right now.
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I like some of his poems and also his singing and guitar-picking.
See that’s just it, if you look at it closely – you don’t really like him, the whole of HIM, Dominic Fox, who he is. You just like the things that tally with your own vision, or where you can find a connection. You’re not interested in making new connections, because it’s all about YOU and how you can make everyone else around you adapt to YOU. I have always found the most interesting things about Dominic the ones that are totally alien to me, such as his ability to combine a programing language with poetry. To find a ”human heart” in the computer as it were. I’m much more interested in emotion, rhythm, tempo, orchestration, as an artist. But in that alien encounter, things get really interesting.
You were just lying dreadfully to Eloise. When she sent you to Prop-A-Ghandi you went out of the way to satirize it (together, with me) but while I did it because Eloise enjoys teasing – she’s a closet suburban masochist – you did it because you really think LOWLY of this concept, it’s not refined and ballet enough and it’s not written in YOUR surrealist-poetic style.
With this new book you have cemented your status as the Norma Desmond of the Blawgosphere, since this book is apparently your very own Xanadu. What happens further depends entirely on whether one wants to willingly sit in the shadow of your cold statue, or not.
The trouble with narcissists, as an earlier thread tried to show, is that they’re also alluring. So for a long time I have forgiven you for being a selfish cunt. You successfully seduced me with your sweet SOuthern talk. And I admit it was hilarious and enjoyable. You know about my Diane Selwyn complex, anyway. But now, after all has been said and done, I see that you’re not producing anything new anymore, because you don’t want to open up to difference of any sorts.
And you don’t laugh anymore, either, which means you don’t even want to establish a humoristic distance.
The only thing that gives hope is Madeleine. Madeleine has enough passion to overcome even her own narcissism. In this sense you couldn’t have been luckier that you got your very own Saint Nick Land, whoever he or she is.
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This comment is mostly not about me, but I’ll respond to the part that IS about me. I think that I’ve received a kind of Nietzschean therapy from the Parody Center — what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger, that sort of thing. This is a form of masochism, willingly exposing myself to abuse. I don’t feel as though I’ve been “cured,” but I have come to a greater self-awareness of this part of myself. Listening to criticism can be a cog-behavioral tool for self-improvement, but it can also derive from narcissistic lack of a self-praising, and self-condemning, aspect of myself, so I seek others to fill that lack in myself. This whining about not getting enough attention for my writing is part of my narcissistic lack. Praise or criticize: just say something. This is something to work on for me.
With respect to IDNYC’s and your satirizing of my book, it is true that quite a bit of abuse was heaped on me at just about the time when IDNYC stopped commenting about my book here at Ktismatics. I can conjure up all sorts of reasons why that happened, all sorts of motivations and emotions and intentions. That I can imagine so many possibilities is, in my view, one of my strengths when writing fiction.
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What’s most important is that people change and situations change. Whatever was happening back then, both IDNYC and I have come through it into more of a friendship than seemed remotely possible at the time. I regard you as a friend too, C of P, even if you and IDNYC no longer see eye to eye, and even if he no longer comments at the Parody Center. I don’t feel as though any of us have to remain permanently defined by those old patterns. Of course online friendships are limited, but that’s what we have. And I’m resistant to going beyond comments and emails. As I said, that’s about me and my own issues.
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“And I’m resistant to going beyond comments and emails.”
At least you said that.
That you let this freak write this stuff here is scandalous. He’s not concerned with you, and I was honest about one of your contributions. At least I read enough about it to know what I think, and you were absolutely stubborn about that title, which you finally listened to yesterday. It sounds like a prize-winning title for a new peanut butter.
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Illegal Dances of New York City is a very good title indeed. Sensational even.
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“I’m much more interested in emotion, rhythm, tempo, orchestration, as an artist”
That explains your Dianne Selwyn Complex, thank you so much. Do continue to flatter yourself not only on your status as an ‘artist’, but even as a ‘musician’, since you have decided to use ‘musician metaphors’ for your truly lowly caricatures and collages, that when I recently admitted about the ‘Vanessa’ that you had definitely succeeded in making me looking as ‘ugly as homemade shit’, the response was that ‘christ, those are always so sloppy I didn’t even know it was you. I thought it was Owen Hatherley’. The addition of ‘orchestration’ is especially hilarious.
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“But in that alien encounter, things get really interesting.”
I’m sure Dominic looks forward to your every pale exchange.
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And the whole point is that I may well need to reread that particular novel, but what if I don’t? How many times do I have to reiterate that not anybody’s work is loved by everybody. In fact, while I said some mean things at Parody Center, at least I’m not going to say that I ‘value the experience’. I really found nothing there except what a total disgusting creep Dejan is. What a liar he is, and how he feels fine at laughing at people’s dying sounds, and would have loved to hear the scared children in Norway and the gunshots as well. And how he and the troll cultivated cruelty to the ‘bleeding point’ that even you referenced yesterday. One of my piano teachers, Ilona Kabos, my first at Juilliard, always told me when I was 18, that my playing didn’t have enough ‘bite’, and that I needed ‘more flesh and blood’. She was a loose woman, Hungarian, and was for a time the most famous piano teacher in the world, based half the year in London. I’ve NEVER forgotten this, perhaps it was even more important that anything Nadia Boulanger told me, and that’s sometimes what you need.
And if you think you got a little abuse from people about one book, what do you think I endured from the whole Mackay/Land Axis about the Book I that several of them read, and termed ‘an execrable piece of shit about, guess what? opera and cookery’, which was a bit on the doomed side if they don’t know the difference between opera and cookery. But did I ever even give a shit about what they said? I took it seriously enough to reconsider, and then I decided they were wrong. But for a long time, before the book was even finished, much less published, I tried to make some reconciliation with Robin and Nick, but they were having none of it. So I plan to show Robin’s atrocious Geo-Trauma Video on my bleug. I sent it to you and I sent it to Christian, who admitted he couldn’t believe how bad it was. If people want Orwellian TOTAL WAR, then they can get it.
Now this total FREAK is reviewing my book without reading ANY of it, and not because of her ‘gifted witchcraft’, but rather because, like Zizek, she thinks she can review a book without reading it (although even her troll couldn’t believe it when she finally reported reading a whole book.)
Anyway, you could consider commenting on the bleug, as I’ve made some of the posts that you (and Christian, now on vacation for 2 more weeks in Germany, and Stephane, who I need to email, but is probably also on vacation) alone will get, other than maybe the few from the ballet board who’ve bought it recently.
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“if they don’t know the difference between opera and cookery. ”
I meant between ‘opera and ballet’, of course.
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In fact I’m having lunch today with the guy who really liked the novel formerly known as Prop O’Gandhi. I’m not going to ask him if he REALLY REALLY liked it. We have other things to talk about than that. I’ve gotten his opinion, which of course I happen to agree with. In fact, he didn’t like my first novel and abandoned it after ten pages, so I know he’ll give me his opinion straight up. As I said here in another context, the flat declarations by humanities majors that this novel is great whereas this other one is crap — these I take for what they are, namely personal opinions.
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while I said some mean things at Parody Center
vicious Yankee Doodle liar and WHORE! It’s not just that you said ”some mean things”, you displayed total derision towards Eloise’s whole writing effort, and made no hesitation to implicitly augment the value of YOUR OWN writing, which I never found anything but mediocre, as Madamme Boulanger correctly characterized you at an early stage, prone to gawdawful cookery and opera cliches, as Nick and Rick and Fuck rightly posited. Don’t make me dig up the archives now to remind Eloise just what she chose not to notice, in order to embrace your friendship, blessed forgiving soul that she is.
You can only sell the story to that Swedish rent whore you’re hosting, she’s the one who wants to MAKE IT IN BIG APPLE. You can tell her, ”I didn’t mean to piss on your IKEA cushion, I had bladder problems”, or ”I’m sorry I made fun of your fine country, I was having a pianist’s block. I was actually trying to make fun of Denmark”. After that you can make Swedish reindeer puffs together.
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I know it’s warm outside, but shouldn’t you be spending more time in the basket?
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LOL. A basket? He can’t even find it to fuck!
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Prop O’Gandhi
Eloise that title caught my attention and I REMEMBERED it, this is what titles should do.
But due to the unfortunate likeness to ”propaganda” I would rather have heard PROPAGANDHI.
The title further refers to something whimsical, comical, and a collage. If the book isn’t any of those things, you might be misleading the reader.
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“something whimsical, comical, and a collage”
– Like a low-budget puppet made of rabbit hide, offal and pipe cleaners? Were your creators given these specifications? Pre-digital puppetry was never an exact science, I suppose.
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“if they don’t know the difference between opera and cookery. ”
I meant between ‘opera and ballet’, of course.
A FREUDIAN SLIP if there ever was one! What you meant is that you unconsciously realize the foul link between opera and cookery, both of which are aging spinster upper class hobbies beloved by Princess Anne. And the radius of interest is around 90 people, most of whom are CHABERT. Warszawa only pretends she’s interested, because Missuz had some guilt feelings about those pills she sent and then instructed Warszawa to ”befriend you”,
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According to this article, homelessness in the UK has increased 17% in the last year, to nearly 12 thousand people. Contrast that number to the US, where it’s estimated that there are 800 thousand homeless people. The overall population of the US is about 6 times that of the UK, whereas the US homeless population is 65 times that of the UK.
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Howdy! I understand this is somewhat off-topic however I had to ask.
Does building a well-established blog such as yours take a large amount of work?
I’m completely new to running a blog however I do write in my journal everyday. I’d like
to start a blog so I will be able to share my own
experience and views online. Please let me know if you have any
recommendations or tips for brand new aspiring blog owners.
Appreciate it!
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I tried finding healthy crock pot recipes on your link but found myself confronted by seemingly random text on the home page. So one tip: intelligible content helps. Then there are several stories linking to something called the Goodville News. I couldn’t figure out how these stories fit together, though of course my posts don’t really cohere into a consistent theme either. Thank you.
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