Formation 100 / Stuart Ross

Leave procreants alone and shut the door.[1] Fuck those assholes who think there is nothing to know about love,[2] neither one of us is one of them.[3] Even husbands within a few months of divorce will endlessly eulogize their wives.[4] He’s wifesick. The Jew is not tough. He needs his wife.[5] In marriage, every desire becomes a decision.[6] I’m not the person you thought I was.[7] Maybe there’s no obligations now.[8] I wrote the book because we’re all gonna die[9] and I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline that separated you from me.[10] I was raised out in the swamps of Jersey.[11] All my life, I’ve been a wanderer. Not really, I mostly lived in my parent’s home.[12] Though my problems are meaningless, that don’t make them go away.[13] You would’ve shared half my troubles, if you had any.[14] Politics, schmolitics.[15] Politics ruins a novel like a gun shot at a concert.[16] Politics sure plays hell with your poetry. [17] I could talk about politics but I have heaps of other things to tell you about[18], like how I joined this drop D metal band called Requiem.[19] One of the striking differences between fascism and communism is that the former has produced no great works of art.[20] Shostakovich’s String Quartet No. 8 was written in three days in 1960 as a distraction from a project to write a film score about the Dresden fire bombings of WWII. Officially, he dedicated it to the “Victims of Fascism and WWII”, but privately, he described it as a eulogy for himself.[21] He spent God’s money and saved his own.[22] On certain things, he would speak, on others, remain silent.[23] Money is the reason we exist, everybody knows it, it’s a fact[24], we’re surviving off of what’s in the foil[25], talking to ourselves because we are our own consultants[26] when the price you pay to nowhere has increased a dollar more[27]. The real danger for a writer is not so much the possibility (and often the certainty) of persecution on the part of the state, as it is the possibility of finding oneself mesmerized by the state’s features, which, whether monstrous or undergoing changes for the better, are always temporary[28]. Obedear, I’m tired of playing with this bow and arrow.[29] Black as the heart of an Aryan[30]. Sappho Sappho Sappho not by chanting[31]. The well of devotion that is the female heart.[32] Never trust a heart so bent it cannot break.[33] Jesus wants to go to Venus.[34] You know they refused Jesus too and he said, you’re not him.[35]At the resurrection people will neither marry nor be given in marriage; they will be like the angels in heaven.[36] Birds and the bees, they wannabes, they’ll never fuck with me.[37] Masculine consciousness; wry, grave, suspicious, excitable, crass, somber, full of awe—often all on the same song.[38] She don’t do drugs but she does the pill.[39] She punched me like a whore.[40] You know the word WHORE contains the word OR, like she’s deciding which god is good or is god good.[41] You want a whore in a white dress, I want a wife in a thong.[42] I never hit skins after they sag.[43] Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners,[44] the years of his youth he would never get back.[45] What are white writers for?[46] (I might use my $625,000) to study whiteness.[47] Look at them standing there in authority, the pale-faces, as if they could have an effect any more.[48] A dull subject I should say would be impotence.[49] Tired of arguing with white dudes on the internet,[50] wrong from the start in a half-savage country out of date.[51] I may be white but I don’t like my people much, sometimes I hate myself, for trying to be so bold, but nothing else ever seems to get the story told. [52] I appreciate Roth’s writing, I’m just not that interested in Jews.[53] I will love the Jewish people all my life.[54] ‘Tis the Jew fighters that kape their heads; it’s when they’re losing that they fight better and better.[55] Jews go bad quickly. They don’t age well.[56] Elroy Cohen gets the gas face.[57] Credit: that’s how the Jews own all the land in America.[58] Jews, creators of this algebra of turpitude called credit.[59] I’ve got some real estate here in my bag.[60] Felons and cut-throats are the heroes of this stage, of which the principal patrons seem to be Jews, newsboys, and sailors.”[61] All things are mortal but the Jew; all other forces pass, but he remains. What is the secret of his immortality?[62] There’s always someone, somewhere, with a big nose, who knows.[63]Je suis juif et je vous emmerde.[64] Jews really are relentless when it comes to being human.[65] I used to live in this corner, but now I have settled down in it.[66] Calling someone a “real Christian” is a high compliment; calling someone a “real Jew” is an obvious insult.[67] To be angry is to be alive. I’m an angry Jew. I love it. Anger is better than love. I think it is more pure.[68] Tonight, all the dead are here;[69] Blackstones don’t coincide.[70] You’re possessed with a power bigger than the pain[71], and it’s beautiful out today, I wish you could take me upstate[72]. His face is cracked from smiling / [73] because she smiles all the time / old English filled my mind / and I came up with a funky rhyme.[74] The question is really only how we are to survive the winter as painlessly as possible.[75] As a result of his own barrenness, he develops a capacity to absorb the fertility of others.[76] The only time a woman tells the truth is during childbirth. [77] To lessen my troubles I stopped hanging out with vultures and empty saviors like you,[78] like John Muir did, but his eyes were blue, and mine are red and raw.[79] In a different moment, the notion of “higher things” might be met with deserved skepticism—but not now, not now.[80] I am my ancestors’ wildest dreams.[81] The cause of living in the past is dying right in front of us.[82] Being rich, my virtue shall be to say there is no vice but beggary.[83] It doesn’t pay to paint everybody.[84] I’d like to get paid to paint by the hour.[85] It’s the bitch of living, and knowing God is dead.[86] Is it by mistake or design?[87] They ordered me to make mistakes.[88] You are your music.[89] You the night and the music.[90] Without music, a picture would be the death of a memory,[91] when it hits you feel no pain.[92] I saw quite clearly how he covered up his opening thoughts with those that followed on – words inconsistent with the first he spoke. Yet fear came over me at what he had said. And so, from these truncated words, I draw a meaning worse, perhaps, than what he meant.[93] Men must stop learning how to be a sexual partner through porn.[94] I view hardcore pornography without judgement, and for that they gave me a Guggenheim.[95] I tried hard to have a father but instead I had a dad.[96] The devil is alive I hear him breathing.[97]Tell the truth and shame the devil.[98] Strike your fire, but don’t forget the Gods are watching.[99] Author: You’re a dumb cock sucker. If some dumb person bought this book, he should have the grace to read it, and if he doesn’t like me, so what.[100]

[1] Shakespeare
[2] Ariana Reines
[3] The Shins
[4] Marcel Proust
[5] Crossfire (1947)
[6] Susan Sontag
[7] Colson Whitehead
[8] Paul Simon
[9] Jack Kerouac
[10] Bob Dylan
[11] Bruce Springsteen
[12] Paul Simon
[13] Neil Young
[14] The Stranger (1946)
[15] Joshua Cohen
[16] Stendhal
[17] Reds (1981)
[18] Anne Frank
[19] Spoon
[20] George Steiner
[21] Traditional
[22] Edward Albee
[23] Michel Houellebecq
[24] Lana Del Rey
[25] Oddisee
[26] Lil Wayne
[27] Led Zeppelin
[28] Joseph Brodsky
[29] Purity Ring; Portishead
[30] Kendrick Lamar
[31] Joshua Clover and Juliana Spahr
[32] Patti Smith
[33] Conor Oberst
[34] Elton John
[35] Bob Dylan
[36] The New Testament
[37] Vince Staples
[38] Doreen St. Felix
[39] Teenage Fanclub
[40] David Bowie
[41] Leopoldine Core
[42] Run the Jewels
[43] The Brand New Heavies
[44] The National
[45] Slow Club
[46] Jess Row
[47] Claudia Rankine
[48] D.H. Lawrence
[49] Ernest Hemingway
[50] Das Racist
[51] Ezra Pound
[52] Dawes
[53] Ned Rorem
[54] Louis Armstrong
[55] Nelson Algren
[56] Ernest Hemingway
[57] 3rd Bass
[58] Jay-Z
[59] Leon Bloy
[60] Paul Simon
[61] New York newspaper, 1847
[62] Mark Twain
[63] The Smiths
[64] Modigliani (I am a Jew and I shit upon you.)
[65] Bob Hicok
[66] Dostoyevsky
[67] Mark Oppenheimer
[68] Al Goldstein
[69] Bruce Springsteen
[70] D.A. Smart
[71] Everclear
[72] Mitski
[73] Led Zeppelin
[74] LL Cool J
[75] Thomas Bernhard
[76] Kathy Acker
[77] Thomas Bernhard
[78] The Black Crowes
[79] Conor Oberst
[80] Gary Indiana
[81] Ava DuVernay
[82] Margaret Mitchell
[83] Shakespeare
[84] Cecilia Beaux
[85] Georges Seurat
[86] Steven Sater
[87] Lana del Ray
[88] The Strokes
[89] Anthony Braxton
[90] Howard Dietz
[91] Nietzsche
[92] Bob Marley
[93] Dante
[94] Lindsay Hunter
[95] I Love Dick (Amazon Original Series)
[96] Kurt Cobain
[97] Kanye West
[98] Shakespeare
[99] Euripides
[100] Kathy Acker


Stuart Ross is a writer living in Chicago.

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