“Pablo has an obsession with style and technique, and this push to understand form—not to succumb to its structures and tried rigidity, but a need to understand in order to render it useless.”
Dead-on. And it doesn’t take away from the emotional component of the work, either. Serious fucking business, our Pablo.
“Pablo has an obsession with style and technique, and this push to understand form—not to succumb to its structures and tried rigidity, but a need to understand in order to render it useless.”
Dead-on. And it doesn’t take away from the emotional component of the work, either. Serious fucking business, our Pablo.
Thanks for the kind words, thanks for banding in this time of crisis.
Thank you Dylan, for being as you have from day one, you’re treatment, advice, and unwavering friendship in this short time have impacted me for the betterment of myself not just as a writer but as a person (thanks for being open with me, even if it’s part of the ‘plan’ [inside joke?])
Thomas, my teacher and Substack father figure, I’m sorry I’m weird, but believe me when I say I (try to) mean well. I’m thankful for the attention you’ve given me, your wise advice, and encouraging my growth as a writer wholeheartedly. You have been an inspiration and a grounding element for me in this sphere, and I will not forget that.
I’ve always been a sucker for family, I’ve always tried to feel like I’m part of one that’s not related to me by blood. A reason taking refuge in the streets became an option. Here, I feel (and sorry if I may be so bold) like I can say I’ve found another, one that’s potentially more beneficial (for personal growth) and needed.
Thanks for your kindness towards this undeserving person that now for some reason in this sentence speaks of himself in the third person (wtf?)
“Pablo has an obsession with style and technique, and this push to understand form—not to succumb to its structures and tried rigidity, but a need to understand in order to render it useless.”
Dead-on. And it doesn’t take away from the emotional component of the work, either. Serious fucking business, our Pablo.
Unreal, brother.
Thanks for the kind words, thanks for banding in this time of crisis.
Thank you Dylan, for being as you have from day one, you’re treatment, advice, and unwavering friendship in this short time have impacted me for the betterment of myself not just as a writer but as a person (thanks for being open with me, even if it’s part of the ‘plan’ [inside joke?])
Thomas, my teacher and Substack father figure, I’m sorry I’m weird, but believe me when I say I (try to) mean well. I’m thankful for the attention you’ve given me, your wise advice, and encouraging my growth as a writer wholeheartedly. You have been an inspiration and a grounding element for me in this sphere, and I will not forget that.
I’ve always been a sucker for family, I’ve always tried to feel like I’m part of one that’s not related to me by blood. A reason taking refuge in the streets became an option. Here, I feel (and sorry if I may be so bold) like I can say I’ve found another, one that’s potentially more beneficial (for personal growth) and needed.
Thanks for your kindness towards this undeserving person that now for some reason in this sentence speaks of himself in the third person (wtf?)
I appreciate y’all! Let’s keep pushing! 👊🏽