Just rewatched this for first time in 15 years and caught the line: "At least he's literary. I saw him sitting on a box of onions once & crying while reading Austerlitz."

Strangely warmed by the news of Edmund White’s passing, a man who lived long enough to recall “Americans before they learned to deliver snappy, rueful one-liners about themselves.” substack-proxy.glitch.me/articles/pebbl…

“The only time a writer receives his due reward is when someone comes to him burning with this flame which he fanned in a moment of solitude. Honest criticism means nothing: what one wants is unrestrained passion, fire for fire.” — Henry Miller

I don't want to do anything in life where I have the option to "skip the line"

"We should not be worrying about biting the hand that feeds us. We should eat the hand, for it is much, much tastier than the boot." — Tai Shani

This anti-genocide banger showed up in a Starbucks commercial, so more people will get to know it. Free Palestine. youtube.com/watch?v=v1c2Of…

Keep thinking about that scene in The Materialists when Dakota Johnson tells her indie actor boyfriend, some of the scenes in your art house play didn't make sense, but you were good in it.

Hope all the unknown white male writers out there are staying safe this July 4th. Maybe start a stack instead of playing with your pyrotechnical prose.

Shout out to all my local businesses who closed on Juneteenth but are open today. Hope you can get to the beach later.

Whitney was like, "I found the greatest love of all inside of me," and Missy was like, "What if Jesus himself ate my fucking snatch?" And Jackie was like, "All my friends are hot and they only dance to techno."

Feel like the only thing you learn about life as a waged or salaried worker, as life goes on, is how to properly use vacation to enlarge your soul.

Dog owners who let their dogs drink from human fountains.

New writing. "We loved the plastic. We loved our country. In that order, maybe." substack-proxy.glitch.me/articles/pebbl…

When you are double-teaming Anna K. and Sabbath as your “comfort books”

Keith Gessen says the same in “Money (2014)” from MFA vs: NYC: “In fact what I most wanted was to be told, by a writer, that I was myself a writer, that I had it.”

There’s so much sunshine in White I had a note to reread Flannery O’Connor, which I forgot about, because like Edmund White “I liked the sinfulness of drawing the curtains in the middle of the day and getting stoned.”

"Sadly, I think there are a bunch of really intelligent people who can't help but conflate the museum and art, the institution and art, the gallery and art. We're so fucking disciplined it's scary." — Shellyne Rodriguez

Building your brand is for has beens.

Rudolph Pelt is a Substack novelist who never had time for a bride and he's talkin' with Omicron Rex who’s still postin' on X and probably will be for life.

Strong recommend for Rising Tones Cross. If you live inside the photography of Chantal Akerman’s News from Home, this is the sister movie for you. vimeo.com/ondemand/risin…