Judging anthropocene society by its fantastic and apocalypse ridden stories, you would
think we’ve given up and are destroying the world on purpose, that we’ve just stopped trying. And you’d be right.
Soviet writer Andrei Platonov’s Happy Moscow finds the shortcomings of socialism not in its crushing the individual spirit but timidly preserving it.
Who’s mad about The Weather Channel’s original programming?
Michael Haneke’s Amour isn’t an ironically titled film about entropy, acrimony, withering, or divorce. It’s about storybook romance and true love. And just like true love, it’s filled with violence, horror, and death.
(Nov. 8, 1986 – Jan. 11, 2013)
Everybody talks about the weather —“but nobody ever does anything about it,” jokes Charles Dudley Warner. Everybody talks about it, Ulrike Meinhof repeats, but “we don’t.”
It is high time that Confessional Jounalists should openly, in the face of the whole world, publish their views, their aims, their tendencies, and meet this nursery tale of the Spectre of Confessional Journalism with a manifesto of the tendency itself.
Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. Pity. A signature strike leveled the florist’s.
The human itself becomes the hostis humani generis, the enemy of all humankind.
Male protectiveness can be perceived as sexism.
The greatest gift they’ll get this week is life…Where nothing ever grows, no rain or rivers flow…Do they know it’s Sunday at all?
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