Dada Polka: The Absurd Aesthetic in the Partial Work of Stephin Merritt
In The Myth of Sisyphus, Albert Camus writes of a metaphysical honor in delivering our humble cosmic absurdity through aesthetics. “Conquest or play-acting, multiple loves,” he writes, “absurd revolts are tributes that man pays to his dignity in a campaign in which he is defeated in advance.”
Recesses of Solitude
What is life, if not a torrent of consciousness within a dream? Pleased to make your acquaintance, you say. Handshake. Then sleep, then rise, followed by an emotion, one or two, some activity followed by inactivity, an unvoiced sentiment, a white lie, a watery eye, a pang of hope before the fear, at once repeat.
If anything may be said of Emile Francoise, it is that he was an agreeable sort of fellow. It isn’t that Emile possessed any benevolent or even likeable qualities, only that he was quiet for the greater part of most days. He didn’t talk much, and was regarded as thoughtful in consequence.