Friday, April 23, 2010

Snap out of it!

It's time for a deep breath. Then perhaps a shower. Then reading, reading, reading, reading, reading. Today has been a waste of a day. Really, it has. I'm not exaggerating the way you think I am.

In Andrey Platonov's "The Foundation Pit," a male character, weak and feeble-minded with ambition that later saw him dead, rejected some lovesick woman with a note,

"Once the table groaned with fare,
Now there's just a coffin there.
-Kozlov"

I didn't like Kozlov very much. But I thought his method of "disclaiming the responbsibility of love" (aka. dumping his girlfriend) was straight out of some Portland indie film. Or something. Oh the creative genius of 1930's, censored, Soviet writers. We all have pain, but they had lots.

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