“Why does it happen that our time in Warsaw culminates in this very room, face to face with a novel that seems, much like the Palace of Culture and like the current incarnation of the city of Warsaw, to plant itself resolutely on top of a history that has no monuments, no voice to speak for itself?”
The second day of school was harder than expected. After purchasing my freakishly heavy textbooks from Labyrinth and grabbing a cup of coffee, I figured it was time to plan out the rest of my afternoon. First order of business: take a nap. Second order of business: at least try to print out the problem set due in two days.
Perhaps it makes most sense to analyze it in the context of Yeezy’s artistry: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy (2010) and Yeezus are reaches, exemplars of a bravado unparalleled by Kanye’s contemporaries; The Life of Pablo is a revision.