Archive for February, 2014

All Hail Peter Schjeldahl!: in his latest bold pronunciation of life influencing the outputs of a writer.

My doctrine is wrong. Petey S. in the New Yorker has corrected the outlook of life upon art and we are none the better for it. Lately I’ve been getting my messages mixed from academe and the print media. I was impressed upon that life had no bearing upon art, and then this article schleps into my view. What a world. 😦


I will not even get into my hilarious, cushing view on the ‘work and life’ of this overly compensated deadbeat ‘writer’.



Evan Kerry 2014

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The Atlantic Monthly gushes, as their fave show crushes.


They tell us the how and the why of the thing that is True Detective.

Ostensibly, this show on HBO is the best thing going. Now why would I dare agree with that? I don’t. To say something is the best on the telly is telling how good your favorite brand of ketchup would be to my tongue. non compos mentis

The review/advert for the show is so chock full of unrepentant enthusiasm that I would rather not watch it after reading. I’m not going to muse over the difficulties I had with the review, this quote will suffice: “But while the pairing isn’t entirely new, it is nonetheless sublime.” For when one runs out of ideas or angles or anything original you must label something SUBLIME. One must get just how sublime this showing of metaphysicality through police procedural drame is though. Only HBO, the top-tier of Television programming, apparently can muster such a review and such a fawning.

Transparent, A- for overall true to forminess

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As the graffitist hones his craft, I sit back and sharpen the graft, of some lacerating mumbles, while the world around me stumbles.

As I look back at the blog I’ve been writing these past years, it has been called to my attention the harshness with which I’ve dealt certain subjects. My only plea, a protection if you will against a total misanthropy, is that what I’ve been attempting to achieve is a critical vandalism of culture akin to the scrawling on walls and freight trains so prevalent around the USA, if not the world. The abject adoption of a subject by writing on it is Graffiti’s stock and trade. But what the twit gravely sees on the wall the auteur prides, and so it is with my blooming rants and tirades against all that compends the world.

The general image of culture isn’t pure however it isn’t exactly swampy either. For someone like myself to rail against and latch on to aspects I find disagreeable isn’t exactly agreeable, but then again I don’t depend on culture for my sustenance so a unique viewpoint is the one I accept.

Evan Kerry


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