fuck the wind
In honour of Anne's somewhat tardy agreement-in-principle to join this club, I choose to justify our blog address.
See... I enjoy what we'll loosely call literary criticism, but I am the last person to say that it is one of the most urgent activities of our time. It is somewhat futile since it is the activity itself, and not the product of the activity, that is most beneficial. It isn't entirely satisfying, since you turn in circles, and think cool thoughts, but you haven't really done anything. sort of like fucking the wind...
Also, I like the legend of the mustangs - that a mare was impregnated by the wind.
Also because I live in a fucking windy place.
Also because people are full of hot air.
Also because I like naughty words.
See... I enjoy what we'll loosely call literary criticism, but I am the last person to say that it is one of the most urgent activities of our time. It is somewhat futile since it is the activity itself, and not the product of the activity, that is most beneficial. It isn't entirely satisfying, since you turn in circles, and think cool thoughts, but you haven't really done anything. sort of like fucking the wind...
Also, I like the legend of the mustangs - that a mare was impregnated by the wind.
Also because I live in a fucking windy place.
Also because people are full of hot air.
Also because I like naughty words.
posted by devious at 17:08
2 Comments:
I AM SO SORRY! It is totally futile! I was only thinking of the subtle shifts in prejudice and perception that can sometimes come with reading and thinking about a good text. :p haha
hmm... I did not just comment at 4:53 AM. there must be a problem with the time zone on this thing... it's 7:53 AM
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