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 […]Read more "“This band saves lives”"
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 […]Read more "My Strange Romance with the Self-Help Movement"
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 […]Read more "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!]"
I’m a freelance writer: Until a while ago, that meant that, every once in a while, I met someone who happened to be running an online magazine, I talked to them about some odd libertarian theory of mine, and then they paid me an almost symbolic sum, in exchange for the article. We discussed it […]Read more "The little death of the freelance writer"
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 […]Read more "We went to a pretentious Palermo pool-bar-club thing, and it sucked balls-reeking velvet"
I will delete this, as soon as I return to my character. I’m working on a short story. I’m working on many, actually, but I’m adding the most lines to one in which I didn’t really believe, until a few paragraphs ago. I wouldn’t have laid a single sentence on paper, hadn’t I thought it’d […]Read more "This afternoon, while writing"
I’d like to begin by clarifying that the following chronicle has been revised and approved for publication by the poor woman involved, whose name has been changed. Last week, I took one for the team -which team, I still don’t know-, and had lesbian sex. It was good, but weird. She came. She came in […]Read more "Exclusive: Lesbian sex is oddly paced"