10-20-2023, 11:19 AM
Tranquility, where fuck are you?
We all have our gripes with the fat bloated, now thin dead and rotting, cremated, whatever rituals a secular Jew of his stature gets. Harold Bloom. Not A. Bloom, mind you.
This interview right here has the classic solemnity of a Dick Cavett interview and a black and white film hum.
This is what anyone who reads Harold Bloom would so well to hear.
https://www.npr.org/2005/12/11/5048309/j...mes-divine
I think I meant do well to hear.
" . . . Christian *yawn* theology . . ."
Some will find that pretentious. Most wouldn't notice it, or even be listening to this or reading this. But, most, who admire the Figure of someone, and their style, will say, that's Harold Bloom being Harold Bloom. Like you would say: That's Ash from Evil Dead being Ash.
This "psychic violence" goes on in Imaginative Literature all the time.
To bring forth Imaginative Literature into the realm of Science is part of Magic.
Harold Bloom does not want to do this. He wants to keep Yod Heh Vau Heh right there in the BOOK. Which he, of course, mentions at the 'end', "here".
In the rural South, where I live, there's a great emphasis on Jesus. But the real potent and virile and earthy darkness comes of the dense and confusing texture in the very soil and bones of the so-called Old Testament.
I was, this is my book, started many years ago, called Abbott & Costello Meet the Warrens, where I projected Harold Bloom's misgivings about the South into the equally New England but glaringly Darkness addicted Ed Warren.
I was dying of loneliness, and of course no one I know and have met knew how this all was coming together in that book, as all my other novels. So, they are not finished. If I were Flaubert, I wouldn't care.
But this Hebrew Bible darkness that we experience as the Old Testament, among other folkloric things, are in my novels. Unfinished as they are. Some people, many, have lost all respect for me as a human being, due to their uncreative misreadings of my unfinished novels. It's like I'm Kafka. But instead of antisemites and philistines, I'm confronted with just regular people.
We all have our gripes with the fat bloated, now thin dead and rotting, cremated, whatever rituals a secular Jew of his stature gets. Harold Bloom. Not A. Bloom, mind you.
This interview right here has the classic solemnity of a Dick Cavett interview and a black and white film hum.
This is what anyone who reads Harold Bloom would so well to hear.
https://www.npr.org/2005/12/11/5048309/j...mes-divine
I think I meant do well to hear.
" . . . Christian *yawn* theology . . ."
Some will find that pretentious. Most wouldn't notice it, or even be listening to this or reading this. But, most, who admire the Figure of someone, and their style, will say, that's Harold Bloom being Harold Bloom. Like you would say: That's Ash from Evil Dead being Ash.
This "psychic violence" goes on in Imaginative Literature all the time.
To bring forth Imaginative Literature into the realm of Science is part of Magic.
Harold Bloom does not want to do this. He wants to keep Yod Heh Vau Heh right there in the BOOK. Which he, of course, mentions at the 'end', "here".
In the rural South, where I live, there's a great emphasis on Jesus. But the real potent and virile and earthy darkness comes of the dense and confusing texture in the very soil and bones of the so-called Old Testament.
I was, this is my book, started many years ago, called Abbott & Costello Meet the Warrens, where I projected Harold Bloom's misgivings about the South into the equally New England but glaringly Darkness addicted Ed Warren.
I was dying of loneliness, and of course no one I know and have met knew how this all was coming together in that book, as all my other novels. So, they are not finished. If I were Flaubert, I wouldn't care.
But this Hebrew Bible darkness that we experience as the Old Testament, among other folkloric things, are in my novels. Unfinished as they are. Some people, many, have lost all respect for me as a human being, due to their uncreative misreadings of my unfinished novels. It's like I'm Kafka. But instead of antisemites and philistines, I'm confronted with just regular people.