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Big Think | Videos, articles, and tips to help you succeed, from the world's leading experts. NSPReport1_Digital.pdf. The Rewriting of David Foster Wallace -- Vulture. Nobody owns David Foster Wallace anymore. In the seven years since his suicide, he’s slipped out of the hands of those who knew him, and those who read him in his lifetime, and into the cultural maelstrom, which has flattened him. He has become a character, an icon, and in some circles a saint. A writer who courted contradiction and paradox, who could come on as a curmudgeon and a scold, who emerged from an avant-garde tradition and never retreated into conventional realism, he has been reduced to a wisdom-dispensing sage on the one hand and shorthand for the Writer As Tortured Soul on the other.

For someone who has long loved Wallace’s writing, as I have, one of the ironies of this shift is that, whether he intended to or not, Wallace started the process himself. First, he embarked on a series of publicity campaigns in which he performed his self-conscious disdain and fear of publicity campaigns, a martyr to the market culture and entertainment industry he was satirizing in his books. 'BOMB' 'BOMB' by Gregory Corso The pictorial arrangement of text on the page is part of the experience of this poem, and I've tried my best to reproduce the positioning as it appears in Corso's original, published in 1958 by City Lights. I think this makes a very smart and original statement.

To simply hate the A-Bomb and H-Bomb is easy. But the Bomb is real; we're stuck with it. Corso read this poem at New College in Oxford in 1958. This does not seem surprising, in retrospect. BOMB by Gregory Corso --------------------- Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass The bumpy club of One Million B.C. the mace the flail the axe Catapult Da Vinci tomahawk Cochise flintlock Kidd dagger Rathbone Ah and the sad desparate gun of Verlaine Pushkin Dillinger Bogart And hath not St. Literary Kicks. TED: Ideas worth spreading. Lifehacker. Gizmodo. Righteous Restyle. TreeHugger.

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