<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wannabe Automatic Writer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when he was younger<br>he jammed out on the guitar, bore a fro &<br>then graduated from brown-<br>following this, him & his hippie gal got married, <br>popped out a few rug-rats &<br>sooner than later he was at grad school, <br>then the ph.d & then<br>writing papers on meticulously fine-tuned<br>areas of literary theory<br>at the corner of where philosophy met with it in<br>a new postmodern paradise<br>free of the restrictions that modernism posed &<br>free of the comfort that it brought to those seeking<br>well-thought-out stories, <br>bringing with it the death of the meta-narrative<br>as well as a thousand other aesthetic flip-flops, <br>reversals & complete toss outs-<br>he sat in his little office at his little state university<br>teaching english courses &<br>weaving philosophy &<br>actually interesting works <br>whenever he saw possible, <br>inspiring those who grew as bored as him with the everyday<br>mundane reality of the university &<br>in his spare time, <br>when all the students had gone &<br>he didn't have to be home yet to do the family thing, <br>he labored at the pc <br>trying to find a way to write automatically-<br>something that would surpass or at least impress<br>someone like william s. burroughs, <br>whose work he adored-<br>and with every few hours stuffed into a week<br>where he tried to focus on inventing some kind of<br>new writing, <br>he simultaneously forgot that with the meta-narrative <br>went the origin of authorship, <br>as derrida himself declared &<br>so to this day <br>the lone one sits in his little cage trying to break out<br>by writing with his spell check or<br>some other dreamt up attempt at <br>carving a place amidst those that are studied by history, <br>unlike those that historically<br>study.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Delapruch">Andrew Delapruch</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578856" data-title="The Wannabe Automatic Writer de Andrew Delapruch" data-description="when he was younger he jammed out on the guitar, bore a fro & then graduated from brown- following this, him & his hippie gal got married, popped out a few rug-rats & sooner than later he was at grad school, then the ph.d & then writing papers o..."></div> </div> </div>

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