My dream is to remove precisely that which Harvey personifies.

Come on, Katherine. Paul’s post was mid-conversation and taken out of context. He was saying the exact opposite of what you describe: he said Weinstein’s reputation was overclouded with a repugnance so vile he never wanted anything to do with the guy — which is why he never did have anything to do with the guy. What…

Anybody living in Tribeca for the past ten years knew, that’s for damn sure.

Ms Adler is not the snob. Ms Kaur is the snob.

rupi
kaur to poetry
is donald
trump to
politics is this a
simile or
a
metaphor

thar’s a rough-lookin’
fella comin’ in to see
me.
tha’s okay. i
yam not ascared
of no man
on eart’.
wow.
it’s ol’ salty
bill barnacle. i
yam so glad to see
ya
I gotta hug ya

Thanks for bringing up Esquerita! I might add that your account suggests a wholesale appropriation on Little Richard’s part, whereas the reality is a little more complex. Reeder (Esquerita) was a far bigger draw than Little Richard was at the beginning of their careers, and influence went both ways; Little Richard has…

That’s not “sold.”

“So instead of seeing Naples and die, see New York and live”

HA!

Not to sound alarmist, but I was in your position and got slapped with a pretty serious medical diagnosis. That was all it took for me to lose my apartment. I couchsurfed for as long as I could: it’s funny how quickly friends are suddenly busy. I lived on the street for a year, and it was only through prostitution…

What do you mean, “nothing can be done?” I’m sending my prayers

I agree completely. Should have qualified (“romantic sensibility”).

This obviously needs not be said, but Germans are the white people of white people

Not to mention the correlation between emotional instability and creative genius. Why don’t we close our eyes and listen to the most brilliant music anybody’s producing right now?

I’m profoundly out of touch when it comes to pop culture (phd in classical music) so I was glad to read that Lou Reed confirmed my bias.…

Wonderful. Reminds me of the scene in Fellini Satyricon (I guess you know you’ve made it when they drop the possessive) where they go through the Greek collection, saying it’s been downhill ever since

I think it was, yes.

To be clear I refer to Aaronovsky, who made it through production of his first feature film without knowing who Cary Grant was.

Did you listen to the Ari Shapiro or the longer one on Chicago’s Morning Shift?

Um, I try to not vaguely hate myself because I’m a white male — I try to think of Einstein, David Lynch, and Peanuts’ Schroeder — but fuckwit here makes it pretty goddamn difficult.

Funny that you compare him to Picasso; the only rival for worst take is a bartender I know who was raised in a working class suburb of London. While it does possess its share of rough neighborhoods, he allows the fact to give him license to all conceivable manner of shit-talking, and one of his favorites when I stop…