I’m quite pleased with this.
Rapping this out loud in my empty classroom like swag.
WALK INTO THE CLUB LIKE WADDUP I AM A BIG SCOT
I’M SO PUMPED ABOUT SOME VISION THAT THE WITCHES GOT
I WILL BE THANE, SO SAYS THE PROPHECY
THAT PEOPLE LIKE “DAMN, MACBETH DESERVES GLORY”
"In these strangely solipsistic times, it is falsely presumed a writer’s own feeling is everything in art. It is not. Art has to have form, or it is nothing. A novel without form is a jellyfish pretending to be a white pointer. Love though, is anything but form – it is a chaotic, bewildering sense of abandonment; real, dirty, mad; a lost mind, a rapturously empty stomach; a gasp of unknowing knowing all, a confusion of events.
"Love stories, on the other hand, are galley slaves that must row to the unforgiving beat of structure and action. They must have the force of parable and the incantatory spell of fable. A love story, more than most stories, needs the most careful shaping, a strange combination of high inspiration and low cunning. If love is a cracked compass with no north, a love story must be a lodestone that leads inevitably to its own conclusion."
- Richard Flanagan, “On Love Stories and Reza Berati”
This piece of writing is full of amazing and profound statements, I highly recommend the whole thing.
the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot
and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like
This is actually the most profound and appropriate literary allusion I’ve encountered so far this week.
oh my god