The Shalom Auslander is sooo my super hero writer of the week.
I loved his pieces in Nerve/Nextbook/The New Yorker and elsewhere.
His new book Foreskins Lament sounds like quite the memorable memoir.
His unique presentation, profound opinings /sardonic perspectives are a smooth blend of trusty truisms/realistic plasticity/ soul stripping & searching/ unorthodox humor and rumination flavored rum.
Rumination flavored rum when mixed with the proper levels of profound in-depth analysis/ unhappy happenstance's of the past/,and plenty of outrageous writing talent makes for quite the quintessential must purchase memoir.
About Me
- Jaded Topaz
- Just tryin to fix the focus I've managed to fabricate with the wrong materials, mainly, polyester platitudes and rayon reasonings. I used to always take the scenic route, I've subsequently come to understand it's just a fucking distraction and a waste of energy. I love arguing/the truth/color and the care bears. Frequent trips to amusement parks is of equal importance..... as is the recurring pipe dream to subsequently avoid the long term hurt generally associated with impulsive short term oriented - sharp ,living on the edge choices of Jaded ,Jittery and Sparkly Crystal. Stuff I learnt = "The grass is always greener when confined to small circular metal spaces for decorative purposes only","When life gives you lemons make lemondrops and drink until you dont know the difference between spent faith and spent effort".... I'm also a sucker for sequins.
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hi JT- love your blog-zvi blech
I don't have any more strength. I don't have any more care. I don't have any more dreams. I don't have any more dare.
I don't have any more rhythm. I don't have any more rhyme. I don't have any fizz. I don't have any more dime.
I don't have any more pizzazz. I don't have any more panache. I don't have any more relevance. I don't have any more stash.
I don't have any more raspberries. I don't have any more juice. I don't have any more candy. I don't have any more excuse.
I don't have any more self. I don't have any more me. I don't have any more mind. I don't have any more poetry.
Boy you seem familiar...like met maybe once at your parents in baltimore familiar?
Tzvi - thanx ;-)
Anonymous - goodness gracious quite the pessimistic/ glass half empty/ poetic ponderings. Did you need me to decorate more shot glasses in optimistic opal motif ? You need to spend more time in the city that never sleeps.
"There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless Simone De Beauvoir"
You also need to drink more flavored Absolut and Smirnoff often.
Dont fall in or anything.
Pierre - I've actually never been to Baltimore, so ure probally mixin me up with someone else.
Nice quote by Simone De Beauvoir. But I think she's dead now. Not enough sleep.
I have my own quote a wise person once told me:
Love many, hate few, learn to paddle your own canoe...
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