In a 1968 interview, Marcel Duchamp told Joan Bakewell that art no longer had the capacity to shock the public. Today shock is imposed on art (and all visual images), from the outside, by the professional outragetariat, thereby reducing sublime and beautiful aesthetic experiences to feelings and emotions and short-circuiting the aestheticization of life.
Dragons over King’s Landing. High Sparrow on fire. Sansa dead. Let the Game begin.
Fanfic: Carrie and Quinn foil a plot to kidnap Hodor.
Voir dire is one of the scariest things one can experience as an American citizen. One would never want to be judged by a jury made up of such peers.
One cheer for gentrification: coffeehouses and grog shops were the springboards of English greatness.
NY Republican Primary: People whose social status has been falling for decades live vicariously through the towering ego of Mr Trump. His campaign is basically following the format of reality TV. He should do well in places like Long Island, Staten Island, Buffalo, and Scores (his old haunt).
Presumably there are not enough spinmeisters in the journalistic field.
Journalism as melodrama.
Pope Francis is the Snoop Dogg of the Roman Church.
Freaking dragons, Sansa silenced, Dwarf enhanced: GoT Season 4.
Talking to pigeons isn’t a good sign.
The controversy over the new Annie is a distraction from Benghazi.