I'm no fan of the club that makes me want to never go to this. That comedian who says that he can't get a job because he's white just seems boring. The whole thing is just whining. Just to say they've become exasperated with the rampant, sensorious thinking. Like, just shut the fuck up. Nobody's censoring them. I mean, it's true. And there's a certain irony in getting really annoyed at them in the same way they get annoyed at overly woke people.
What’s the meaning of a work of art? Does the text mean just what the author intends it to mean? Does it matter what Kubrick and Arthur C. Clark thinks about the end of 2001? Or is the artist’s interpretation just one interpretation among many once the text is out in the world? We explore the question of authorial intent, and brace yourselves - this is just about as postmodern as David gets.
Plus – do we have what it takes to get an invite to the thought criminals club?
Links
The Party is Canceled [newyorker.com]
Was I Wrong About The Irishman? by Thomas Flight [youtube.com]
Authorial Intent [wikipedia.org]
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