Emo Rap: A Eulogy
“Lil Peep’s ghostly vocals float drowsily over maximalist emo-trap beats without drowning in them…leaving us with a taste of what might have been: the soaring emotional heights to which rap, the most notoriously heartless genre, almost rose.”
The Walk of Lame
“Those vodka shots wore off real quick– / A few more would have done the trick. / You’re freezing, and a little sad… / How many years left until grad?”
Jump Shot
“The static cleared and the broadcast resumed. But I didn’t see the game. I didn’t see the court or the players or the ball. The screen was filled with a close-up of Larry Bird’s face.”
The Movement Towards Endings
“This isn’t to say that an ending has no value, for where the author leaves us at the end is always strategic and therefore important to
think about. However, we have grown too attached to endings.”
The Problem with Calling Something “Aesthetic”
“We have not only altered, or broadened, the meaning of “aesthetic”…we have completely robbed it of its essence, of nearly all its value, in our present usage.”
Bramble Cay Melomys
“We can’t see all the bees dying, we can’t see deforestation, we can’t see shrinking crop yields, most of us cannot even see the ravaged coastline cities of Bangladesh. The climate apocalypse is here, it just isn’t in New Canaan Connecticut yet.”