How pretty is this sentiment, from the May 17, 2010 New Yorker article on Rae Armantrout? (Sorry for the blurriness)
Nice, isn’t it? Poetry being the idea behind the “cotton wool of daily life,” as Virginia Woolf said.
(I’m really enjoying these stolen two days in NYC, can you tell? The whole ridiculous LDR thing has some upsides, yes it does.)
That profile of that dude trying to do good stuff but bumping into the realities of, like, treehuggeryness in the modern paradigm or whatevs was depressing yet inspiring in a weird way; the article about Chatroulette was appropriately soul-crushing; I ripped out the article on the music in “Lost” for my “Lost”-obsessed lover; that French woman changing the economics world to solve poverty was fascinating; and we got a Malcolm Gladwell (though, since it was The Innovators Issue, how could we not, really.) I couldn’t get into the fiction, which almost never happens, and for some reason the throwaway piece about Tocqueville made me weirdly ragey, like: how fucking New Yorker-y. Fucking Tocqueville? Can we be done with this white dude boring-ass bullshit already? Can we be done with idiotic sentences like: “Remarkably, given the excitements and reach of Tocqueville’s nine-month American trip, it is seventy years since the last full account of the itinerary.” Move on, whities!!!
The other thing? There seem to be roughly sixty trillion Goldman Sachs references in recent issues (what did you dudes think of this article?). And very few were of the Goldman Sachs-is-killing-us all variety. Move on, whities!!!
Oh, but first, finishing my cooking blog for the week. Prettiness coming soon, check it out!