explode all canons

Overheard at the IHOP…

… I once had my foreskin tossed in the food processor by a moyle who didn’t know how to spell mohel. Unfortunately I was still attached to said foreskin and that’s why I’m called “French Tickler Shorty” nowadays.

We need to explode all canons: classics, literary, political, social… and I went in on a long pontification — extolling the virtues of true equality and intersectional access — for hours I went on.

And at the end of those countless hours a single hand was raised, only one question asked:

do you agree with the Kardashians that…

I was certain that it was all uphill toil from there. Pass me the maple syrup, please.

“I was always a bit contemptuous of the first person. I was stupid about it. I thought it wouldn’t allow me to write about other people. But, in fact, it allows you to do it in a really interesting way because it’s all inflected by the subjectivity of the character. Once I stopped feeling self-conscious about it, then it moved quickly.”

— Zadie Smith / New York Times, 17 October 2016

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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