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RT @SatireRedacted: It’s been clear to me for some time that Trump is haunted by his own mortality and fears the meaninglessness of existen….

This tweet is for my Sartrean mutuals.

It’s been clear to me for some time that Trump is haunted by his own mortality and fears the meaninglessness of existence and his existential strategy since the 1980s is to embrace the nihilism of egoistic fabulism.

Academic writing in literature and philosophy that is eviscerated for its lack of clarity and excessive prolixity is sometimes bad and derivative, but more often what irks the critics is that the most significant questions are difficult; critical thought passes through paradoxes.

N.B. If any of my illustrious literary mutuals would like to come on Moral Minority podcast for an informal discussion of this overlooked new millennium classic, DM me.

In honor of the dust jacket reveal of the new Pynchon novel, I’d like to recommend to Pynchon skeptics and novices alike one of the “lesser” but nonetheless prophetic works, Bleeding Edge as a prolegomenon to understanding the past and future mentality of the AI boosters.

Come to think of it—Faulkner does a bit of this in The Sound & The Fury in the Quentin suicide section.

The way I would depict this is to switch between a first-person interior monologue and a third-person observer to highlight the phenomological disjunction between inner clarity and outer presentation.

What I feel is missing from literary depictions of the ravages of alcoholism is the mounting rage of the voluble drunk rambling incoherently, but believing wholeheartedly in their complete lucidity and feeling annoyance that their clear train of thought is not being followed.

In Cronenberg’s The Shrouds(2024), the romantic substitute/dopplegänger to the protagonist’s dead wife(who happens to be the mourned wife’s sister) is turned on by conspiratorial thinking. We need more films that link the eroticization of irrationality with domination of bodies.

I will kink shame anyone who debases themselves and humanity by chatting with an AI sexbot. Don’t you dare make the AI boondoggle profitable by embracing your alienation and the stupidest possible use of technology.

Call it a Platonic theory of soul-rot.

My most unsubstantiated, mystical belief is that willfully perpetuating chronic falsehoods and losing track of what’s true and what’s ideological mystification will make you physically ill if you have a conscience.

There’s an artificial divide between philosophers and the literary world writ large and my hope is that we’re demonstrating in our conversations that the relationship between expression and critical thought is an interdependent one.

The most gratifying part of hosting a moral philosophy podcast is the chance to platform whipsmart poets and critics and work through canonical texts with them that still speak to the permutability of aesthetics and the ethical life. And let me tell you: our guests are brilliant.

RT @saintsoftness: I am re-reading Regarding The Pain of others for @SatireRedacted’s Moral Majority podcast and I am at once struck that S….

From an academic perspective, the most pregnant intersection of shitposting and depressive grad student workshopping is the fictional academic paper title.

Sontag was the great defender of underread works in translation, while maintaining the vitality of a wider, global repertoire of canonical works. As Sontag would say, translation is a form of intellectual and moral travel—shortening the distance between us and them.

RT @SatireRedacted: It has become a commonplace in American cultural discourse (and in some ways it was ever thus) to cast a suspicious gla….

The truncated tweet form, a decontextualized democratization of the generalized apostrophe to every one and no one, encourages grandiosity, hyperbole, and yes—the moralism of brash opinion.