This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking. It's really no big deal.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Cultural criticism...
...is tolerable when it's abstract, philosophical, holistic, literary. George Steiner and those French dudes from the 1960s. Stuff like that.
Whereas too much specificity can make a reader squeamish. Especially when cultural criticism becomes a platform for glamorizing aspects of American hipster culture, which is insipid and banal. Especially hard to take is when ostensibly sober analysis and commentary is actually a Narcissus mirror. Oftener than not, that mirror leaks out a scolding, prescriptive reflection against others.
But insinuating oneself as a template for behavior arches one eyebrow of the hermit named Xavier.
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