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Vizmin and/or transgenderist malcontents paying good money to learn how to rat out their bosses, i.e., RyeHigh journalism students, have published an 8,100-word manifesto denouncing their own faculty.

Fortunately enough, the manifesto lists its signatories (which word these kids do not know). Place all these journalism students, and their co-conspirators, on lifelong blacklists; block them everywhere online; and circulate their names to others with hiring authority. In other words, launch preëmptive strikes. [continue with: Ryerson journalism blacklist →]

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2021.03.10 11:46. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
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Wintel laptop on cluttered wooden desk with ghetto blaster, hand wipes and sanitizer, Post-It notes, Kleenex box propped up on stapler

David Shields has a more galactic-sized talent even than I had apprehended if he can produce Reality Hunger (q.v.) and a dozen other books from a trash heap like this.

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2021.01.24 13:42. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
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F. Lebowitz (q.v.):

We have way too much democracy in the culture and way too little in the society. But in order to make these judgements, you have to agree or believe that some things are better than others. Not “some people are better than others.” Not “some genders are better than others.” Not that some races are better than others. But that some writers are better than others. Some painters are better than others. Some composers are better than others. Because of course it’s true….

But judgments about music or writing or whatever, they’re purely subjective. You have to know a lot to make these judgements, and that makes people think you are arrogant because you think you know more than other people, even though it’s a fact that some people know more than other people.

No, some people are better than other people.

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2021.01.24 13:17. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
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Revolution 1989: The Fall of the Soviet Empire, recommended by Michael Malice.

Every other volume was reprehensible or a slog or pure feedstock for research. I cannot share, let alone enact, Malice’s decades-long enthusiasm for daily reading.

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2020.12.22 18:32. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
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Allan Gurganus, Plays Well With Others:

  • Do I miss my father? Well, my father was a decent man. There were moments of real sweetness: “New York, watch out!” Like so many guys that age – with the Depression and the War each landing a different kind of sucker punch – Dad was also a very very conventional man and hard a one. Remote. He grew up poor, wanting to make a million dollars. And he did! He made his cool million, if the hard way. He went to work on a Monday when I was about one year old and – in many ways – he never really came back home.

    Hard to explain how much of him ended up Missing in Action. Did he choose which parts to sacrifice, and why?

    I mean, he got to live in a beautiful house with a beautiful woman who loved him and with healthy sons who loved him or, at worst, really wanted to. Then he was a retired millionaire, and all of it was just as he had planned, just as any kid wearing an apron ever wished. Stil, it all had to be stated in question form. (No simple joyful assertions: “I have always been lucky in my friends.”) He seemed some hard-earned capital, proud never to have ever been “touched.” Severe penalties for early withdrawal.


    Fact is, Dad didn’t really want other people to have any fun, you know?


    The truth is – (and you are asking for the truth, right?) – most days, I don’t actually miss my father all that much.

    And yet, even now, evenings especially – I feel it. Some chronic low-grade longing, still.

    So, yeah, around office-closing-time:


    I do at least miss missing him.

  • And, later, after the next to last of my friends died, after I escaped New York, didn’t I, moping around the hardware store of my new village, show both his affable surface and his overpressurized triggerpoint? People acted kind to me but I saw they felt they couldn’t really count on me, not yet. They whispered around me.

    In a shed behind my North Carolina house, I bent over some old windows. Each pane reflected the silhouette, stern, bowed, manly yet thickened toward the tanklike – and it was so much him, I had to rush indoors and sit somewhere and miss him.

    Did I earlier say I didn’t, that I only missed missing my father? What a flippant, queenly, overelegant and quite inaccurate revenge on half my being. I recall his three-pointed handkerchief as he headed to the Rainbow Room: “Watch out, New York!” I remember his saying, “Provide, provide, they told us.” I recollect the sight of him, having dragged my mother’s vacuum cleaner out into the garage, him down on all fours purging sand from the Buick’s back-seat carpet, and looking so intense and playful squatting there, using the screeching as something to hide in, his face grown childlike, rapt. Doing good, doing good well.

    Oh, Dad. I never even “interviewed” you.

    Would you, asked, have answered me?

    I will go on record. I still don’t exactly know why you were so strict with your young son. Did you fear that my emotions, my drama, would cut me off from seeming serious enough to be, say, anybody’s dad? That’s not true, Pop. I’ve several friends and children.

    I sometimes miss you, Sir.

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2020.12.22 17:59. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
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I maintain this list since Artforum cannot manage to render or typeset such a thing.

  1. Butt Boy

  2. Swallow

  3. The Hunt

  4. Why Don’t You Just Die!

  5. The Audition

  6. Deerskin (“The fashion film of the year. A man becomes so fixated on a fringed jacket he finds in a thrift store that he sets out to kill every other person in the whole world who might dare to imitate his new signature look”)

  7. The Human Voice

  8. True History of the Kelly Gang

  9. American Murder: The Family Next Door

  10. Tie: The Trial of the Chicago 7 & Mangrove

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2020.12.15 12:27. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
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All the fragrances discussed on the Perfume Nationalist through “Season 2,” starting with the three most important and proceeding alphabetically thereafter. [continue with: The Perfume Nationalist Fragrance Collection →]

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2020.11.26 18:48. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
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