my favorite fyad memory was bragging about smoking 16 pounds of pork butt & then my next post was “i’m in the hospital with diverticulitis”
We tend to characterize art as “self-expression,” but that’s really more a description of bad art. The immature artist, as Eliot wrote, is constantly giving in to the urge to vent what’s inside, whereas the good artist seeks to escape that urge. […]
Social media turns us all into bad poets.
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