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9 years, 3 months ago

rap becomes critic-heavy

Rap, under close scrutiny, becomes 'critic-heavy'—a unique pop opportunity for the application of Marxist & poststructural principles to the cultural production, not just reception, of texts, lyrics, art [...]. Rap is the self-conscious–self-consciousness loop academic feminists and deconstruct…

—p.98 Signifying Rappers: Rap and Race in the Urban Present by David Foster Wallace, Mark Costello
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which is the product, in pop

A PLEA FROM D.

Bette Midler's intuition—which I share—is that there's some fundamental difference between: (1) pirating a piece of music and its attendant pavlovs for artistic reasons; and (2) doing so, as Ford seems to, as part of a cold, calculated effort to increase sales of a product. Well, …

—p.94 by David Foster Wallace
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a cushy lifetime judicial appointment

...when a big-jowled Dixiecrat Senator leans into the microphones to ask, mock-incredulous: 'Now, Mr. Costello, isn't it in fact the case that you once cowrote and also authored a book published under the title Significant Wrap-per, in which you argued that Mr. Brown's habit of saying "Huh" and "Sm…

—p.92 by Mark Costello
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the less real power a people have

Do those of you in like Chicago or NYC ever notice how commuters on the train tend to get all quiet and intense when South Side or South Bronx starts to flow past? If you look closely at the faces, you see it's not depression, not even discomfort; it's a kind of rigid fascination with the beauty of…

—p.69 by David Foster Wallace
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holding up the mirror

[...] The thing is [...]: what if the artists are not influencing or informing, but rather just reflecting their audience, holding up the mirror their world can see itself as world in? [...]

—p.45 by David Foster Wallace