Monday, September 22, 2008

Vincent Van Gogh was my David Foster Wallace. Sort of.

I guess I can sympathize, not so much with the feeling of loss, but with the struggle to understand that I am encountering amongst some of my most admired bloggers this past week, although I wasn't a big DFW reader.



Tortured genius is a true species amongst the genus artists.

"The diseases that we civilized people labor under most are melancholy and pessimism."
Vincent Van Gogh

2 comments:

cpt a said...

Was David Foster Wallace a former boyfriend or something? Who is David Foster Wallace and is he bigger than me? I'm just sayin'...

piglet said...

Oh Captain, my Captain. Thou art the firefighter prototype.

Thank God there are dudes out there getting things done while we're mooning about.