Critics constantly complain that writers are lacking in standards, yet they themselves seem to have no standards other than personal prejudice for literary criticism. (…) such standards do exist. Matthew Arnold set up three criteria for criticism: 1. What is the writer trying to do? 2. How well does he succeed in doing it? (…) [...]
“There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed.” – Buddha Link to this post!
Critic: You’ve made the right choice. Believe me, today is a good day for you. These are tough decisions, I know. But we intellectuals, and I say “we” because I consider you as such, must remain lucid to the bitter end. This life is so full of confusion already, that there’s no need to add [...]
I found this written on a half sheet of notebook paper in a local alley: …and as the cascading folds of extensive meme-connectors sheer and fall upon the crests of superficial ego-structures, the underlying none-ness is slowly revealed to the non-existent exterior body. It is then realized that there is no body, the notion of [...]
“The search for the mot juste is not a pedantic fad but a vital necessity. Words are our precision tools. Imprecision engenders ambiguity and hours are wasted in removing verbal misunderstandings before the argument of substance can begin.” — Anonymous Civil Servant Link to this post!
but all I can find are the ones in my mind now i’m running out of time Link to this post!
Instead of tending towards a vast Alexandrian library the world has become a computer, an electronic brain, exactly as an infantile piece of science fiction. And as our senses have gone outside us, Big Brother goes inside. So, unless aware of this dynamic, we shall at once move into a phase of panic terrors, exactly [...]
“I had nothing more to hope for; life had maneuvered me into a situation where there was no way out. I wanted to die; I was ready to do so. One afternoon I pulled the belt off my worn-out dressing-gown and made a noose from it. In my bathroom there was a hook for clothes [...]