“We're kind of wishing some parents would come back. And of course we're uneasy a…” — David Foster Wallace

Rap's conscious response to the poverty and oppression of U.S. blacks is like some hideous parody of sixties black pride.

It looks like you can write a minimalist piece without much bleeding. And you can. But not a good one.

This is so American, man: either make something your God and cosmos and then worship it, or else kill it.

The reader becomes God, for all textual purposes. I see your eyes glazing over, so I'll hush.