Philosophy, politics, entertainment. Art, music, poetry, science. Macrocosm, microcosm.
Damned fine movie, which kept me watching it long after I realized it was far too much of a stone bummer for my Ovidian taste. I remember reading a synopsis of another story by Cormac McCarthy, and telling myself, "Leave such cruel and morbid moral insanity for the diversion of the Vulgar Many, who can enjoy it without understanding it. You'll simply be hurt by it." I should listen to myself.
posted by anatole at
10:45 PM
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous. The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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