Outside of the dreary rubbish that is churned out by god knows how many hacks of varying degrees of talent, the novel is, it seems to me, a very special and rarefied kind of literary form, and was, fo...
Gilbert Sorrentino
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analysis, art, criticism, differences, literature, mulligan stew, novel, pop culture, post modern
The paint is drying, and time is dying. The pain is crying, lying on my back, trying to get back the time, to brushstrokes too fast, wet went dry and love went dull; now I live in a portrait I never p...
Anthony Liccione
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another story, broken love, brushstrokes, disappointment over something, done, dry, dull, dying, finished, hard