Friday, March 6, 2009

chapter one: duct tape rhombus

oh, for goodness sakes, why not just finish the goddamned kafka paper? everything else is predicated on that. obviously. finish that, then go study for art history. instead of reading stuff you've already written and pretending a conglomerate of that would suffice for any problem, anything, just self-plagiarize until all your problems are solved! it is easy!

finish that kafka paper, even though you are skeptical of the idea of the performative self, it's too fucking easy to describe that kind of relationship, the walt whitman thing, my innermost soul must not be abased by the rest of me, and vice versa for the rest of me, that wasn't a clever bit of dramatic criticism, that was fucking song of myself, what kind of asshole tries to retitle that?

write it, just two pages, it'll take half an hour, how hard could it be to integrate a second source? why are you even worrying about it? just finish it, go on, write a little more than two pages, your professor will be impressed at your will to overachieve- over! achieve!- but only if you are succinct. indeed, your succinctness must be to such a degree that your professor doesn't notice the overlapping onto the third page. they will just turn the page without thinking "I have turned one more page than expected," that's how succinct it'll be, so goddamned succinct and precise and clean that they are physically bothered by its perfection.

better yet, go outside, right now, bring your copy of The Metamorphosis and outline the most succinct, clearly argued, concise, to the point, scholarly, edible, evocative-of-a-certain-color-or-shade-of-yellow kafka paper ever written in the ninety something years since they've been writing kafka papers. so evocative of the color yellow that, in ninety more years, when the pages your paper is written on begin to yellow with age, future generations of kafka scholars will look on it and say, "What the fuck? It's not just me after all!" and then there will be much rejoicing.

no, you can't hand this in instead. go write it now, it's almost five in the morning.

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