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ALL WRITING IS GARBAGE.
People who come out of nowhere to try to put into words any part of what
goes on in their minds are pigs.
The whole literary scene is a pigpen, especially today.
All those who have points of reference in their minds, I mean on a certain side
of their heads, in well-localized areas of their brains, all those who are masters of their language, all those for whom words
have meanings, all those for whom words have meanings, all those for whom there exists higher levels of the soul and currents
of thought, those
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who represent the the spirit of the times, and who
have named these currents of thought, I am thinking of their meticulous industry and of that mechanical creaking which their
minds give off in all directions,
- are pigs.
Those for whom certain words have meaning, and certain modes of
being, those who are so precise, those for whom emotions can be classified and who quibble over some point of their hilarious
classifications, those who still believe in "terms," those who discuss the ranking ideologies of the age, those whom women
discuss so intelligently and
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the women themselves who speak so well and who discuss
the currents of the age, those who still believe in an orientation of the mind, those who follow paths, who drop names, who
recommend books,
- these are the worst pigs of all.
You are quite unnecessary, young man!
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| Photo courtesy of Peter Krapp © 1996. |
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