“The sense I get of my generation of writers and intellectuals or whatever is that it’s 3:00 A.M. and the couch has several burn-holes and somebody’s thrown up in the umbrella stand and we’re wishing the revel would end. The postmodern founders’ patricidal work was great, but patricide produces orphans, and no amount of revelry can make up for the fact that writers my age have been literary orphans throughout our formative years. We’re kind of wishing some parents would come back. And of course we’re uneasy about the fact that we wish they’d come back – I mean, what’s wrong with us? Are we total pussies? Is there something about authority and limits we actually need? And then the uneasiest feeling of all, as we start gradually to realize that parents in fact aren’t ever coming back – which means ‘we’re’ going to have to be the parents.” —David Foster Wallace (via maxistentialist)
I wanna be more than just a Bright Eyes blog,
but really what else is there to reblog?
Mike has a lot of feelings about youTube
Conor: How has YouTube influenced your recording?
Mike: Well it… honestly? Ugh.
Conor: Don’t answer that.
“He’s angry. Oberst — sweet, skinny Oberst — is so angry that he hisses the words: ”It’s hard to ignore all the news reports. They say we must defend ourselves. Fight on foreign soil. Against the infidels. With the oil wells. God save gas prices.” —(via connyxoberst)