“This band saves lives”

A poet’s purified truth can cause no pain, no offense. True art is above false honor.” — Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire Some time ago, I wrote about self-help and its factually erroneous, radically conservative, and dangerously counteractive cosmovision. In the piece in question, I contrasted the emotional shallowness and blind practicality of self-help (which relies on not […]

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My Strange Romance with the Self-Help Movement

Shamefully often, while working on a piece, I’ve stopped myself mid-way, and erased a couple hours worth of polished paragraphs, to welcome, once again, the empty page and the few days of erratic wandering through family libraries that the desire to write something really ambitious brings along. These brisk interruptions and discardings tend to come […]

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On “content creation” and how a tool I didn’t believe in saved my blog! [DOWNLOAD MY E-BOOK, IT’S GETTING ME THROUGH TAX-FUNDED COLLEGE!]

Particularly when the topic I’ll be treating directly involves my behaviour, it’s really hard for me to remove myself from my writing. I’ll apologize for sticking my unsavory figure into this topic too. I’ve been aiming to write at least three posts a week, which is a recommended volume of material, or as it is […]

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We went to a pretentious Palermo pool-bar-club thing, and it sucked balls-reeking velvet

I wish the velvet had been seductive! And I wish that I had gotten, then, as drunk as I am now. I’m obviously joking! I’m not drunk! I am ignorant of the taste of any drink with an alcoholic graduation higher than secondary school. Oh, well, if I fail to build myself into a funny […]

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