Anyone who read Harry G. Frankfurt’s On Bullshit or On Truth couldn’t wait to read its seemingly logical counterpart, Assholes: A Theory by Aaron James. Both philosophers cover alarming American cultural trends, such as the insidious force of “bullshit,” a noted lack of appreciation for the truth, and the so-called freedoms that we abuse on a daily basis in a truly asshole-like fashion.
There you are, staring at this pitiful meal with a shitty garnish on the side. Just add the fact that you’re a writer, musician, or painter, and now you’re a stereotype. Cue the sad trombone.
Glowing fridge lights
Spilling on the floor
Laughing faces, expanding spaces
They all seemed so sure
As much as language is a tool for us to crack things open, it sets limits. There’s a reason why you understand everything I’m saying: we have all agreed that these words refer to the same thing.
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You are being interviewed by a panel in front of an entrance that leads to your “Utopia.” It’s a place that meets all your expectations, satisfying each and every one of your desires, where a prolonged state of blissful intoxication waits for you every. Single. Day.
What will you do to prove you’re worthy? Or… are you?
While words like “are” and “is” presents facts, we also have words called “modals” that comment on how reality should, could, or might be.
The interaction of the components in a collage are a psychic play that is deeply personal to the artist, even if they’re unaware of it.