Oh, you know.



so for like the past nine months i don’t think i’ve really listened to music properly and i think for a while i thought screw it i just don’t connect the same way with music as i used to and that was sad but i was like whatever i’m bitter and angry and everything is horrible but then tonight i had the perfect mixture of fizzy water and tobacco and that song, ‘nude’ on headphones and i had to stop and i felt okay again. and now i feel nineteen and lonely but in the okay way.

11:42 pm, by jargonsucks

LM: But at least in the case of “American Psycho” I felt there was something more than just this desire to inflict pain—or that Ellis was being cruel the way you said serious artists need to be willing to be.

DFW: You’re just displaying the sort of cynicism that lets readers be manipulated by bad writing. I think it’s a kind of black cynicism about today’s world that Ellis and certain others depend on for their readership. Look, if the contemporary condition is hopelessly shitty, insipid, materialistic, emotionally retarded, sadomasochistic, and stupid, then I (or any writer) can get away with slapping together stories with characters who are stupid, vapid, emotionally retarded, which is easy, because these sorts of characters require no development. With descriptions that are simply lists of brand-name consumer products. Where stupid people say insipid stuff to each other. If what’s always distinguished bad writing—flat characters, a narrative world that’s cliched and not recognizably human, etc.—is also a description of today’s world, then bad writing becomes an ingenious mimesis of a bad world. If readers simply believe the world is stupid and shallow and mean, then Ellis can write a mean shallow stupid novel that becomes a mordant deadpan commentary on the badness of everything. Look man, we’d probably most of us agree that these are dark times, and stupid ones, but do we need fiction that does nothing but dramatize how dark and stupid everything is? In dark times, the definition of good art would seem to be art that locates and applies CPR to those elements of what’s human and magical that still live and glow despite the times’ darkness. Really good fiction could have as dark a worldview as it wished, but it’d find a way both to depict this world and to illuminate the possibilities for being alive and human in it. You can defend “Psycho” as being a sort of performative digest of late-eighties social problems, but it’s no more than that.

11:57 pm, by jargonsucks1 note

before the thing you say yes well sure, whatever, that sounds okay because it’s later and it seems okay just now. then you get closer to the thing and well it murks up a little but you stay on because well sure, whatever, it’s easier to drive straight in and then way later you think oh shit fuck all those movies and books about bad fits oh fuck how did this happen to me i watched and read them all.

12:45 am, by jargonsucks

Did he [the author] wish to express himself, he ought at least to know that the inner ‘thing’ he thinks to ‘translate’ is itself only a ready-formed dictionary, its words only explainable through other words, and so on indefinitely.
Barthes - Death, 146.

05:07 pm, by jargonsucks1 note

sunday night frozen fish dinner thirty six hours of work this week to day since closing on friday the boy he said nothing ever really happens but people get drunk in the park and i said well see you soon

11:21 pm, by jargonsucks2 notes

don’t want to sound boring

but don’t want to look strange.

there’s this girl i know

and she

walks by black ink.

08:29 pm, by jargonsucks2 notes

Why don't you write any more?

i’ve been working on a short story collection thing. i cried so much this year. anyways. it’s out soon. if you live anywhere near my, please visit. we’ll share a drink and laugh at people.

11:19 pm, question from Anonymous, answered by jargonsucks



bobbyfinger:

Whoa I just found a photo of me at The National four days from now.

bobbyfinger:

Whoa I just found a photo of me at The National four days from now.

02:28 pm, reblogged from bobby finger by jargonsucks21 notes

today i went to wal mart. i drank a little bit of red wine before going there and continued drinking the red when i was there. i ended up spending 88 dollars there. i think 30 of it was on assorted salty snacks. if you ever go to walmart and you’ve had some red wine, only bring one $20 note with you so you don’t do what i did.

04:39 am, by jargonsucks2 notes

worried about too early or too late. middle aged person concerns at twenty three.

06:52 pm, by jargonsucks4 notes