Everybody in the pool. Let's talk about movies the way most people talk about movies: not as art objects to by studied or parsed, but as sounding boards for the self.
—Matt Zoller Seitz, "Trash Talking Nine Classic Movies," Salon, Sept. 10, 2010
Give me a thrill, says the reader,
Give me a kick;
I don't care how you succeed, or
What subject you pick.
Choose someting you know all about
That'll sound like real life:
Your childhood, your Dad pegging out,
How you sleep with your wife.
But that's not sufficient, unless
You make us feel good—
Whatever you're 'trying to express'
Let it be understood
That 'somehow' God plaits up the threads,
Makes 'all for the best',
That we may lie quiet in our beds
And not be 'depressed'.
For I call the tune in this racket;
I pay your screw,
Write reviews and the bull on the jacket—
So stop looking blue
And start serving up your sensations
Before it's too late;
Just please me for two generations—
You'll be 'truly great'.
—Philip Larkin, "Fiction and the Reading Public," Essays in Criticism, February 25, 1950
If love is truly going out of fashion forever [...] then along with our nurtured indifference to each other will be an even more contemptuous indifference to each others' objects of reference. I thought it was Iggy Stooge, you thought it was Joni Mitchell or whoever else seemed to speak for your own private, entirely circumscribed situation's many pains and few ecstasies. We will continue to fragment in this manner, because solipsism holds all the cards at present; it is a king whose domain engulfs even Elvis's. But I can guarantee you one thing: we will never again agree on anything as we agreed on Elvis. SO I won't bother saying good-bye to his corpse. I will say good-bye to you.
—Lester Bangs, "Where Were You When Elvis Died?" The Village Voice, August 29, 1977