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Donald Trump and Honor Levy and Sally Rooney and Stephen Sondheim and Me

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You asked and we listened. So here’s Vita Contemplativa, back with a good, old-fashioned, classic Substack kind of post. Nothing here but the hits of the new blogosphere today. Fiction and poems and real art? See yourselves out, please. The Internet demands a sacrifice and this is it: the finest thigh portions of a defenestrated bull and a Web 2.0 paean to that classic form, the favorite genre of the Substack writer, the LONG POST. Hold on to your hyperlinks, we’re diving into the foaming froth of the digital Charybdis. Yes, reader, because the Internet is eating our babies. Like the great Titan Saturnus, it is devouring our children, chewing them up like cud. The Internet is a Saturnalia of human-on-human feeding; this is why we call our digital scrolls Feeds. The Internet is a long scroll written by a blowhard blogging Kerouac, who is everywhere typing out the never-ending Beat beat: tap tap tapping out the street gospel in between ads for Juuls & pills & online gambling. The Interne

Stick around until the end if you want to find out why this is here. You asked and we listened. So here’s Vita Contemplativa, back with a good, old-fashioned, classic Substack kind of post. Nothing here but the hits of the new blogosphere today. Fiction and poems and real art? See yourselves out, please. The Internet demands a sacrifice and this is it: the finest thigh portions of a defenestrated bull and a Web 2.0 paean to that classic form, the favorite genre of the Substack writer, the LONG POST. Hold on to your hyperlinks, we’re diving into the foaming froth of the digital Charybdis.…

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